A stale, sour, musty smell suddenly billowed out from the cave's entrance.
The stench was so overpowering that Wang Meng stumbled back two steps and fell right on his butt.
He gasped for breath, staring blankly at the pitch-black entrance.
"Holy shit… In the middle of nowhere like this, what unlucky bastard dug a cellar out here?"
"It's not a cellar."
Han Feng stood at the edge of the entrance, in no rush to go down.
A faint light flickered in his eyes. He had already activated his [Spiritual Vision] ability.
Below them was a deep stone staircase of about forty to fifty steps, descending diagonally into the unknown depths.
At the foot of the stairs, a nearly transparent mist was slowly churning.
That wasn't water vapor.
It was a miniature Force Field, formed by Spiritual Qi that had settled over countless ages within the enclosed space.
"Let's go down and take a look."
