Love's Union

Crossing the suspension bridge.

Just as the eyeball had said, all he needed to do was walk to the end to find an entrance resembling a mine shaft.

It was no longer an elevator, but a downward slope.

The moment Luo Di stepped forward, he noticed something strange. He had only just added grease to his torch, yet its brightness suddenly dimmed.

Clearly, a completely different darkness lay below—a deeper darkness, one far easier to lose oneself in.

He formed a deeper suspicion about the eyeball, but Luo Di did not voice it. He merely continued downward in silence.

By the time he reached the bottom level, the torchlight had been compressed to less than two meters.

The darkness in the upper half of the dungeon had at least been a relatively normal kind of blackness, black in terms of color. As long as one carried a torch, one could feel at ease.

But the darkness below had undergone a qualitative change.

It possessed a peculiar density.

It seemed to transcend the nature of light, turning into an invisible liquid that filled the entire space, quickly drowning any individual who entered and swallowing every trace of radiance on them.

The torch in Luo Di's hand was the same, currently burning through its fuel at twice the usual rate.

This place resembled a mine shaft on the verge of collapse, supported only by a few severely weathered wooden beams. The rock walls were covered in excavation marks and riddled with cracks.

The darkness flooding this place seemed to seep out through those fissures.

Luo Di stared into the pitch-black distance and softly asked, "Does this count as the darkest region of the Original Dungeon?"

His right eye swiftly answered, "Yes... and no. The darkness swallowing the entire dungeon mainly seeped in