After entering this mysterious place, known to the world as the "Netherworld Oasis," Lin Dong's steps unconsciously became lighter, as if each step tread on the dust of history.
The bone flute in his hand glowed with a faint eerie light under the green glow of the void space in the Netherworld Oasis.
The air around seemed to have solidified, with only the occasional low melody from the bone flute contrasting sharply with the deathly silence of the world.
On the ground lay various skeletons, some intact, some shattered, narrating the tragic fate of past adventurers.
The skeletons of demon beasts were large and hideous, claws and fangs still revealing their ferocity in life, yet none escaped the curse of this land.
In comparison, the human skeletons were more desolate, some gripping weapons as if making a final stand.
Others lay entwined, seeking solace in each other's presence even in their final moments.
