Lingyi said with surprise and joy:
"It's Xi Yu!"
Her voice was loud, and after the people around heard it, their gazes also fell on the threads of light that started to appear and multiply.
"It's Xi Yu!"
"Xi Yu!"
More and more such voices echoed through the deep chasm of empty space.
Song Que looked up at the darkness above, where beams of light were piercing through, each as fine as a thread, like strands of rain.
"What is Xi Yu?" Song Que asked.
Lingyi, brimming with happiness, leaned out dangerously over the edge of the stone pathway, seemingly having forgotten the risk as she strived to get closer to the light.
"This is the darkest place in the entire world, but even here, the sunlight hasn't abandoned us. When the sun aligns directly above the pit, there will be about a quarter of an hour when the sunlight penetrates layers of darkness to reach us. Although by the time it gets here, it's so thin, just like the finest threads of rain. We call this scene Xi Yu."
