When the "Water Curtain" was lifted, Meng Qi suddenly felt as though the world before him had been washed clean by a downpour. It was exceptionally fresh, exceptionally deep, like the clearest yet most unfathomable black gemstone.
The scenery atop the peak was much the same as before. A pitch-black pine still stood by the cliff, and beneath it still lay a Bronze Coffin covered in traces of decay.
Yet beneath that similar exterior lay an utterly different sensation. Looking in every direction, he could see only winding mountain paths and pitch-black peaks. It seemed as if countless mountains had been piled atop one another, covering every possibility. The fissure to the Nine Abysses, which had originally lain at the foot of the mountain, had flipped upside down and appeared at the cliff's edge.
It looked like a stitched-up centipede, twisted and hideous. Its gaping maw was seven feet wide and a hundred feet long. On the other side was nothing but a mass of indescribable darkness, silent and empty of any other scenery. Meng Qi looked into it and found he could not tear his gaze away; it swallowed him whole. He vaguely sensed that it was a slightly rotating vortex—a boundless, enormous vortex. Its terror far surpassed that of the demonic dragon from before!
Could a black hole have become a demon? Meng Qi grumbled inwardly. At the same time, his gaze took in everything else, and he grasped the situation almost instantly, so he could judge how to act.
The pine tree swayed gently without any wind. Its needles were like rows of teeth, and its mottled bark resembled the skin of a dying old man's face. It was both horrifying and disgusting.
A thick layer of the dust of time covered the Bronze Coffin, giving it