"After we enter the seventh layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, we'll arrive in a dense forest called Black Mountain. About a cup of tea's time later, we'll encounter a group of refugees fleeing frantically toward the western exit."
"As the refugees flee, arrows, rocks, and even hot oil will rain down from the sky. The slightest carelessness will mean a gruesome death on the spot."
"If I remember correctly, there are three waves of these calamities falling from the sky."
"Each wave lasts half an incense stick's time, with a cup of tea's time between waves."
"By the third wave, masked hunters will even descend from the sky to hunt down the refugees in the forest themselves."
"Once the three waves of hunting end, a huge net will fall over Black Mountain, capturing the refugees who failed to escape and hauling them back. They'll then be imprisoned together in a ruined temple and brutally tortured."
"But even the refugees who escape Black Mountain will be swallowed by a black demon hound after leaving the forest."
"Because this Black Mountain isn't a mountain at all."
"It's a magic artifact belonging to the Guifang Blue-Eyed Demon Monk. Like Lay Buddhist Yuqing's Immortal Gourd and Youyun Prefecture's Golden Scale Pool, it's a treasure capable of forming a world of its own."
"The only exit..."
"Barring anything unexpected, it should be the well behind the ruined temple. Otherwise, Lotus Eye wouldn't have specifically held the image there."
Amid the rumbling of the bronze doors being pushed open, Xu Taiping rested his hand on his saber's hilt, silently recalling the first divination scene Lotus Eye had shown him of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower's seventh layer.
The most perilous aspect of this ordeal lay in their utterly rotten luck. Upon entering the Mysterious Wasteland Tower's