It didn't take long for Qingyi's body to reach terminal velocity, yet the end didn't even seem to be near.
It was almost ten minutes of falling before he finally saw the light, his eyes shining subtly as he left the stuffy walls behind, a warm breeze sweeping through his long black hair.
What he saw below was like a separate world: an endless desert, punctuated by high mountains of red stone. Above, a ceiling made of golden crystals bathed everything in an eternal, scorching light.
At the last moment before he touched the ground, he activated the lightning steps, the sand being swept under his feet as his body came to a gentle stop.
"Ugh... this place really is hell... how could anything survive here?" he wondered, his eyes scanning the surrounding dunes worriedly.
"Anything sent here has been sent to die. The only way out is a teleportation matrix in the north of the desert, but that can only be used by human hands," Ruxue replied, still inside the heaven-defying thunder sword.
