The man-made corridor came to an abrupt halt, and the smooth natural rock layers stretched forward, descending into the dark depths. When Fang Hong saw the rock walls reveal a terracotta red smooth edge under the faint glow of the Crystal, he subconsciously fell silent.
Nature sometimes presents a breathtaking spectacle, just like the gradually advancing layers of color in the cave now, intermixed with pale yellow, tea red, and a vortex-like streak of white, following the path once traveled by the underground river, into the bottomless Abyss.
Even to this day, it seemed as though echoes from the past could still be heard.
But the girl was oblivious to it all, feeling her way down, only whispering, "Be careful, Lord Holy Chooser, the path ahead is treacherous."
Fang Hong saw she was struggling, and reached out to support her. But the girl, sensing his goodwill, merely shook her head with a smile, "No need, I'm used to it."
