Dungal pointed at the hole in the ground beneath their feet. "Below is a swift underground river. The current will carry us all the way to Aztec Lan."
"Aztec Lan?" Fang Moqi asked.
"The holy land of Aztec Lan. It's an underground world, with countless interconnected caves. The Aztec people built seven Golden Cities there. The main city is called Xiwola, so we collectively refer to the Golden Cities as Xiwola."
After saying that, Dungal took a folded life jacket from his backpack and put it on Nedley.
"Let's go. Be careful not to drown. The current is strong."
The four of them stood at the edges of the stone slab and jumped down together.
The hole was far too deep. The sensation of weightlessness made Nedley scream wildly, while Lan Mu remained calm. He could simply turn into a Balrog if necessary; falling would not kill him.
Splash!
The four of them fell into the water like dumplings dropped into a pot. The current truly was fierce, and by the time they struggled to the surface, they had already drifted more than ten meters.
"Woohoo! This is awesome!" Fang Moqi shouted. He was an adventure fanatic, and instead of fearing the Aztec people's ingenious waterway, he was thrilled by it.
Lan Mu remained silent. He was neither good nor bad at swimming, but even he found it hard to adjust to such a violent current. He was submerged from time to time.
Since it was pitch-black around them anyway, he transformed into an elf. At last, he could control himself amid the rushing water.
Nedley had it worst. Even with the life jacket on, she was tossed up and down by the current, spinning helplessly through the river.
"Ah! Cough, cough... Ugh! Pfft... I can't... Ah!" Nedley's head bobbed