The moment they went over the edge, the first thing they felt was the change in the wind.
The air rising from below carried a layer of warmth.
Lu Yuan gripped the threads with both hands, using the power of the Blue Knight's Transcendence weapon as the two of them slid rapidly down along the wall.
The Marching Lamp hung at his waist. The Flame inside its bronze casing had been suppressed by that air until it was only the size of a finger, barely illuminating a small patch of rock half a step beneath them. It was almost useless as a source of light.
The farther down they went, the more the cliff wall tilted. At first, it had been nearly vertical.
The entire Copper Wall was not square at all, but trapezoidal—narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, slanting farther outward the deeper it went.
It became increasingly difficult to find places for the threads to take hold, and there were fewer protruding cracks in the slanted wall.
Fortunately, the Blue Knight's threads possessed immense strength. Lu Yuan braced himself against the wall and descended using them for leverage. Not only did his speed not decrease, it grew faster and faster.
At the same time, the rotating Eerie Inscriptions on the surrounding walls were more than twice as dense as those above.
Circles upon circles of arcs crowded together, merging into larger masses. Some even connected into whole sheets, nearly covering every inch of cliff wall within sight.
Tens of thousands of arcs surged in from all directions. From a certain angle, it seemed as though the entire world was rotating with them.
Lu Yuan shifted his gaze away from the Inscriptions and focused only on his hands and the ground beneath his feet.
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