Black Donkey began breaking the formation...
Zhou Heng had no idea how it did it. All he saw was it hammering here and pounding there; one moment it was grinding its teeth, the next its eyes were gleaming as drool streamed from its mouth. Yet three days later, it had actually opened the stone door.
"Worship me! Lord Donkey is just that **!" Black Donkey stood upright, crossing its forehooves over its chest with a proud, overbearing, utterly arrogant look. "Praise me to your heart's content! I can take compliments—I absolutely won't get carried away!"
"...Even if you become a Heaven and Earth Saint, you still won't be able to change that ** nature buried in your bones," Zhou Heng said, shaking his head.
"Treasure, Lord Donkey is coming!" Black Donkey shouted into the pitch-black interior of the mountain. Beyond the doors lay a gloomy passageway a hundred zhang high, nearly level with the mountain itself. Before such a passage, Zhou Heng, Black Donkey, and Little Flame were like ants.
They were all the sort who feared neither heaven nor earth. Though countless unknown dangers lurked here, Zhou Heng and Black Donkey exchanged a glance before setting off.
The passage was extremely dark, but no darkness could obscure the eyes of a Star Thearch. The path was remarkably clean, however, without a single corpse. It was flat and smooth, slanting downward.
After walking for roughly five minutes, Zhou Heng was certain that they had descended at least a thousand zhang underground.
The passage changed from a downward slope to a completely level path. After another ten minutes or so, the passage ended, opening into an enormous underground space.
It resembled a city, with houses neatly arranged one after another. Yet it was a dead city, so silent that not the