The moment Old Man Jiang finished speaking, the waters ahead began to change abruptly.
A roiling white mist seemed to form a sheer cliff, rising from the water's surface to completely shroud the river for miles. Visibility dropped to less than ten feet.
The air was thick with an oppressive, humid heat and the smell of sulfur. Every breath felt like swallowing hot coals. The murky water churned as countless fist-sized bubbles gurgled and burst, splashing scalding droplets everywhere.
Through the hazy white mist, a faint, dark red glow could be seen emanating from the river's depths, perhaps from some underwater geothermal fire.
"So this is the Boiling Mist Swamp!" Su Yu exclaimed in admiration. 'I never thought a marvel like this, a meeting of fire and water, could exist so deep within the Black Water River.'
