Seven towering Holy Mountains encircled the area, their grandeur overwhelming. At the center stood a colossal stone slab, as though guarding some ancient secret.
"This is the place."
Lu Biluo spoke in a low, composed voice, tinged with determination, like a cold-blooded assassin.
Her figure was voluptuous, her curves exquisite. She climbed with agile elegance that made it impossible to look away.
Gu Sheng nodded, exchanging glances with Lin Tianhao and Lin Qingyu. The three understood—the challenges ahead would be perilous.
As the stone slab was moved aside, a bottomless abyss of a well revealed itself before them.
A chilling aura emanated from its depths, sending shivers down their spines.
"I'll go first."
Without unnecessary words, Lu Biluo swiftly climbed into the well. Her figure vanished into the darkness.
Gu Sheng followed closely, with Lin Tianhao and Lin Qingyu immediately behind.
