Three minutes passed in a flash.
Then I saw the magic runes on the scroll begin to surge rapidly, twisting on the scroll like maggots, and finally forming a sudden black crack large enough for a person to pass through in the air above the scroll.
Li Qing was silent for a moment, hesitated a little, took a deep breath, and carefully stepped forward, holding his breath as he went in.
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Dark!
Cold!
Whether it was the heavy dark clouds that seemed to be pressing down, or the air that smelled somewhat pungent, there was a scent of rotting flesh.
And the first thing to catch the eye was a road paved with brown-yellow bricks, lined with tall, unknown trees, whose leaves moved without a breeze, seeming to sway lightly in a rhythmic breath.
Though it seemed somewhat problematic to describe it, this was exactly the feeling Li Qing got.
These trees were alive.
