As he thought about it, Jiang Fei suddenly had an epiphany. He subconsciously sat down and entered a meditative state.
Just as Jiang Fei entered a meditative state, the “Players”who entered the other stone caves also experienced different situations.
Among them, Karma, who had entered the death door, was in the most critical state. When he entered the stone cave, he realized that his vision had turned black. When he regained his sight, he found himself in a field that stretched as far as the eye could see.
It was autumn and the air was crisp. The field was filled with a bumper harvest of rice. The only surprising thing was that no one had come to harvest the rice that filled the mountains and plains.
“Whoosh...”
“Whoosh...”
As the breeze blew, the rice that filled the mountains and plains made a series of soft sounds.
