About half an hour later, Lin Wan opened his eyes.
His sea-blue pupils appeared especially deep and calm under the platform's red glow.
The wounds on his body had stopped bleeding. With the aid of medicine and his robust physique, they had begun to scab over, while the three deep marks on his face gradually faded.
He rose to his feet and swept his gaze toward the edge of the platform.
A path.
A narrow, elongated path less than half a foot wide, barely enough for both feet to stand on and impossible for two people to walk abreast, extended from the platform's edge into the bottomless darkness ahead.
Beneath the path lay a void-like abyss, one glance enough to make one's heart tremble.
Both sides were equally empty, without anything to hold onto.
It seemed to have condensed out of thin air from the most fragile blood-red crystal. Its surface was smooth, reflecting the platform's red light with a luster like thick, flowing blood.
One careless misstep, and a fall meant eternal damnation.
Lin Wan's face remained expressionless. He walked to the platform's edge, stretched out a foot, and lightly tested the narrow path.
It felt cold, hard, and unexpectedly stable.
Without hesitation, he stepped onto it.
His feet stood one before the other, his center of gravity lowered slightly as he maintained absolute balance.
The sensation beneath his feet came through clearly. Every step landed on solid ground, yet visually, he seemed to be suspended over a bottomless abyss, held up by nothing more than a thin line.
He walked slowly and steadily.
For the first several dozen meters, the surroundings were silent. There was only his own heartbeat and breathing, along with the occasional faint creak beneath his feet, as if he were stepping on some hard