As that hazy feeling in his consciousness swept over him, Qin An immediately grew alert.
He looked back and saw that the scenery around him was also starting to twist and distort.
Prince Zhenyuan and Eunuch Yang seemed to notice nothing, just striding forward relentlessly, their expressions incomparably solemn.
Qin An furrowed his brows, his grip on the knife tightening slightly.
He kept feeling that something was off, so he stopped in his tracks, only to sense the haze in his consciousness deepening bit by bit.
Then, he seemed to feel an ancient yet desolate aura of terror, and in his ears there sounded waves of shrill screams and cries of utter despair.
Matched with that aura, those sounds became all the more jarring and distinct.
Qin An could even hear, within those sounds, a trace of yearning—and that yearning was actually directed at him, as though it desperately wanted him to walk into the very depths of this cave.
