The Great Dream Marsh, its misty waters stretch endlessly, resembling an infinite ink painting.
As you venture deeper, a gray mist gradually envelops the water's surface, as if the endless waters merge seamlessly with the heavenly dome, forming an indistinguishable whole.
Although the Great Dream Marsh becomes increasingly dangerous the deeper you go, cultivators continuously arrive to hunt demon beasts, or to seek treasures through adventure.
"Splash——"
The waters roared and surged, as two Foundation Establishment cultivators scrambled out of the water in panic, looking disheveled, their magical robes in tatters.
The middle-aged man among them had his right arm bitten off by a demon beast, blood streaming out, dyeing a large portion of his robe red.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The man's face was pale as paper, and he said with a pained smile: "Sister Fu, you must go quickly, don't worry about me. If you delay, you might attract other demon beasts; escape on your own."
