The moment he passed through the gate, Qingyi immediately felt the air around him change.
The air on the second floor was pure and light, each breath filling his lungs with vitality, just like in the lightning spirit temple.
But now it was different, heavy, with his senses immediately being repressed to a fraction of what they were before.
The density of Qi became so low that he felt as if he were back on earth.
"This is going to be problematic..." he muttered as the gate at his back closed, its light no longer illuminating the place.
Within seconds, Qingyi found himself in complete darkness.
He drew his sword and covered it with his lightning sword Qi, managing to illuminate no more than five meters around him.
He looked at the walls, made of a rustic brown stone.
Despite the wooden pillars supporting it, there were no pickaxe marks or any indication that it had been dug by human hands.
