Crack!
Jiang Qiao stepped on a red glazed roof tile, and it immediately gave a shattering sound.
The cavern was extremely spacious.
This was an inner space located underground.
But strangely enough,
when you stood there and looked up, you would find that you could see the starry sky directly. The ceiling that should have blocked your view was nowhere to be seen!
"There are words on the tile."
Jiang Qiao picked up half a tile.
Cloud patterns were carved into it, along with the two small-seal characters "Prolong Life."
However,
perhaps because too much time had passed,
the tile held no special aura at all and was no different from an ordinary object. On the contrary, it was rather brittle. The slightest force caused it to crack.
He threw away the broken tile.
Jiang Qiao continued forward.
The light here was plentiful, a slightly yellowish milky white. It was bright yet gentle.
But he could not find its source.
It looked as though the space itself could emit light.
The farther in he went,
the more rubble there was.
Later, Jiang Qiao even noticed air currents. It was no longer a vacuum like outside.
Gravity had also returned to normal.
He was no longer able to leap three meters into the air as if he had learned some kind of qinggong.
A breeze brushed lightly past.
It carried a hint of warmth.
After walking another hundred-odd meters, the floor gradually transitioned from basalt to white jade tiles.
It was fine jade, smooth and warm as fat.
Dragons and phoenixes danced across it, with all sorts of patterns carved into the surface.
Further in,
pavilions and towers had already appeared.
Rockeries and ponds.
Though there were no flowers, grass, or trees, and the buildings stood empty, it was clear that