The air was as thick as mercury, with each breath carrying a frigid, sinister essence that poured into his lungs, as if intending to freeze his blood.
This eerie, dark aura was ten, even a hundred times more intense than what he sensed outside!
The ground was no longer blood crystal but a blackish hue, as if the sediment of eons had hardened into a solid, icy texture underfoot.
Within sight lay countless jagged, twisted black stone columns. These columns were peculiarly shaped, resembling the forcibly snapped bones of giant beasts, or fossilized vines pointing skyward, their surfaces inscribed with dry, dark red patterns—a twisted, profane sacrificial script.
A strange whisper seemed to echo directly from the depths of the soul, laden with corruption and temptation.
In the deepest part of this space, the vague outline of a massive, altar-like structure could be seen.
