Before him was a platform jutting forward about a meter or so.
It was densely covered with crawling insects.
It was like a tongue protruding from the enormous pit.
Licking at this immortal realm.
Lin Feng stood there, looking at the "immortal realm" before him.
From top to bottom.
Lin Feng tilted his head back. He could not see the sky above, only one fat insect after another and Jianmu with branches jutting out everywhere.
This place did not look like an excavated pit.
At least, not one dug by humans.
The Western Zhou had not possessed the luxury of gathering enough manpower to move mountains, fill seas, and dig a pit at least five hundred meters deep—possibly deeper. Not even for a sacrificial site.
Five hundred meters. Out in the world, even the Empire State Building was less than four hundred meters tall.
It was comparable to the Canton Tower, somewhere around five or six hundred meters.
Not even the Son of Heaven of Zhou could have managed it.
Unless nonhuman beings had moved the earth here and excavated such an enormous space.
Like the tale of the Foolish Old Man moving mountains, where immense gods appeared and carried away Mount Wangwu and Mount Taihang.
The problem was that the "gods and immortals" of the Son of Heaven of Zhou's era had never demonstrated such tremendous power.
Even if they had, what had been their purpose?
This place looked more like a nest burrowed out by some enormous beast. They could not see the very bottom of the pit, because they were halfway down it, and something along its walls obscured everything. Those multicolored insects and creatures lit the place in equally dazzling colors.
The oversaturated colors made goose bumps erupt all over Teacher Xun and Hong Ni. A