The dried-up well wasn’t big; it was only about ten feet in diameter.

Wisps of bloody mist drifted out of its depths, staining the surrounding air red.

Ying Que stood watch not far away. When he saw Su Yi, he hurriedly warned him, “Master Su, this dried-up well is extremely strange. The bloody mists are corrosive; it’s not safe to touch them.”

Su Yi nodded, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand.

Bloody mist surged toward him and gathered at his palm.

After examining it for a moment, Su Yi said casually, “This is baleful corpse qi, and its appearance suggests that at least one corpse spirit comparable to Spirit Dao cultivators has arisen deep within the well.”

Ying Que and Ning Sihua looked at each other. Both were visibly alarmed.

Corpse spirits!

They were highly terrifying creatures.

When a powerful cultivator was killed, if their vengeful spirit remained within their body, and with sufficient spiritual energy as nourishment, there was a chance that they’d metamorphosize into a corpse spirit.

They were similar to ghosts, except they were born of corpses, not souls.

“You two, keep watch here. I’ll go have a look,” said Su Yi.

These were the ruins of the Immortals’...