Jiang Xinli stood frozen, dumbfounded.
Her mind was a complete blank.
Those images and words echoed endlessly before her eyes and in her ears.
Like a dull blade, they scraped away at her heart, piece by piece.
Suddenly, the Dodder Flower began to glow with a faint, pale yellow light.
The invisible wall from before seemed to have vanished.
She quickly gathered her thoughts, let out a sigh of relief, and hurried forward.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she got a clear view of Sheng Tianze's Spiritual Image, her breath caught in her throat:
A gloomy sky hung low, weighed down by heavy, dark clouds that allowed not a single sliver of light to pass through.
The cracked earth was covered in black sludge, a mixture of what seemed to be rotting plants and soil, which gave off a thick, putrid stench.
Every breath she took felt like inhaling the stench of death.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet; not even the sound of wind could be heard.
Dead silence.
