Darkness was everywhere. It was oppressive, making it impossible to see what was around. A vast emptiness filled the air, carrying a hint of tranquil silence.
Wen Qingye walked forward. His heart suddenly began to pound as if under some kind of natural pressure, beyond his control.
'What powerful pressure!' Wen Qingye wondered silently. 'What on earth could this be? To have such immense pressure that I'm even losing some control over myself.'
Wen Qingye's pace grew slower and slower as he moved forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a small point of light finally appeared ahead.
He walked a little further, and his vision was suddenly filled with a vast brightness. Multicolored lights flooded Wen Qingye's eyes.
Before him lay a massive grotto. A cluster of independent, varied, steep, and beautiful peaks stood there, emitting a dazzling, seven-colored radiance.
