In darkness as thick as ink, nothing could be made out clearly.
Only faint flashes of lightning flickered and leapt within the clouds above the Sky Dome. The once-dazzling flashes seemed to have dimmed as well, barely illuminating the outline of the land.
Rising mountains and collapsed ravines.
And at the very peak of the mountains, within that cold, solemn gleam of iron, boiling crimson surged and rolled, casting light upon this merciless world.
Whenever flames like a volcanic eruption rose from the Forging Furnace, they briefly illuminated the outline of the entire world.
Dust danced across the barren earth.
As his gaze penetrated deeper, strange illusions gradually emerged from the darkness. Wandering fires of ignorance rose and fell, like phosphorus within bones burning in hell.
The world was utterly silent.
Only faint laughter echoed through the distant darkness, as though wind were blowing—or perhaps it was some bizarre phenomenon spawned from the depths.
"It really is... like the deep sea."
Lin Zhongxiaowu scratched his hair and sighed soundlessly.
His long black hair danced in the darkness, as though blending into the blackness itself. Whenever the tips drifted upward, the vague outlines of snakes emerged, hungrily watching the phantoms and silhouettes appearing in the dark.
They suddenly opened their mouths, stretched out, tore and bit, then silently withdrew.
He was like a fish in the deep sea, strolling through the mountains as though taking a leisurely walk. The colors on the depth gauge around his wrist constantly shifted before settling between purple and red.
The Withered Zone.
At such a depth, ordinary people could no longer survive. If someone were exposed to this depth without a vaccine, they would begin to mutate in under five minutes.
And the changes brought by that torrent's impact were not limited to this darkness