The world seemed to be spinning.
No, it was the darkness that was swirling.
In the deepest part of Helios, the invisible space was constantly inverting and cycling under the mystical rituals of the two Grandmasters, forming one invisible vortex after another.
Sometimes, in a daze, Huai Shi would find himself walking on the ceiling, only to realize sometimes it was just his illusion.
In the silence, apart from the squeaking sounds of mice, there was only the rattling of a small handcart under a skeleton's backside.
He once suspected he was lost in a dizzying labyrinth.
The further he went, the more the dissipated source substances grew silent, containing the sedimentary breath of the abyss, causing an indistinct unease.
"What's ahead?"
"The vast space, with sky-high land prices, every inch must be utilized effectively... What else is beside the garbage dump?"
Tong Ji said leisurely, "A cemetery."
Helios', cemetery.
All dead alchemists are buried here.
