Kong Sang Mountain could only set up ambushes at a few major entrances; the valley beyond was riddled with various forks and secret pathways, so naturally, it was impossible to set up any further traps.
The deeper one ventured into the gruesome valley, the more corpses one would encounter, the air thick with the stench of decay and plague. The ground was covered with spores and fungi. Ghostly winds howled, and the cries of spirits echoed through the air. Some people fell victim to hidden mechanisms, some lost their way, while others were ambushed by rogue cultivators. With no one to collect the bodies, they were stripped bare by passing wanderers, leaving scattered bones and rotting flesh everywhere—as if one wrong step could lead to one's soul shattering into oblivion.
