The further he ventured, the more shocking the things he saw.
He witnessed the Spring and Autumn Smoke, spears and shields like a forest in Long Shao, shaking Mount Tai...
He saw the Emperor of Zhou hold a Ming Hall alliance, with the Dukes following behind...
Finally, when he reached below the inverted Taishan, a phantom driving an elephant cart passed through the fog, the sound of the horn echoed all around, seemingly communicating with Heaven and Earth Ghost Gods, eventually dissipating in the clouds.
What is this?
Li Yan swallowed a sip of saliva and turned his head to look behind.
He had a premonition that what he saw was just a small part, and if he practiced here for a long time, he might glimpse many secrets from the river of history.
Unfortunately, the opening of the Netherworld Passage was purely accidental.
Collecting his thoughts, Li Yan looked up again.
