The third martial arts contest soon began.
Miasma Poison Martial Arts Arena.
The sky was pressed down very low.
No clouds, no wind, just a dark deep valley, the bottom filled with black-brown muck, with patches of gray-green puddles scattered across the mud surface.
Occasionally, bubbles rose from the puddles, and when they burst, acrid smoke wafted up, flowing slowly along the ground.
The surrounding mountain walls displayed a sickly bluish-black color, with wet moss clinging to the stones.
Occasionally, a few withered trees grew at an angle on the cliffs, twisting branches with peeling bark, roots clawing out of stone cracks like bony fingers clutching the cliff.
Whenever an eerie gust blew through the valley, the dead branches rubbed against each other, making piercing sounds that grated on one's nerves.
This was the arena specifically set by Myriad Images Sect for Poison Cultivators, Miasma Cultivators, Corpse Cultivators, and Yinze Cultivators.
