The passage was filled with white bones, vast and boundless, leading in all directions like a maze, making it impossible to discern the way.
Without anyone to guide them, the group could only rely on luck, moving forward without a clear destination.
The further they went, the deeper they found themselves trapped in the intricate paths of the maze instead of finding their way out.
All around, the white bones grew thicker, more grotesque, and the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
Bloodstains, not yet dried, began to appear between the bones.
Master Xiao stopped in his tracks, frowning.
It was then that he realized he had underestimated this maze.
The scope of this maze was larger than he expected, and its terrain was far more complex than he had imagined.
And these walls of bone...
Master Xiao drew his sword and slashed at one of the bone walls.
The Sword Qi struck the bone wall, causing it to crack with a fine sword mark appearing on its surface.
