Whoo~
The icy cold wind howled past Song Jian's ears, sounding as if someone was sobbing loudly next to him. The fierce wind was like little daggers on his bare skin, causing a stinging sensation as he rapidly slid downward.
After an indefinite period, Song Jian felt a jolt throughout his body as he landed firmly in a layer of black snow.
"This depth... I must be a few hundred meters underground by now," Song Jian looked up and thought.
Accompanying the howling cold wind were wailing cries, as if countless individuals were sobbing together, creating an urge to retch over time.
The surroundings of the Nest of Mourning, deep underground, were pitch black, like a void. A vertical eye opened slowly on Song Jian's forehead, and its silvery light illuminating the surroundings, revealing a clear view.
