Chen Dengming established contact with his incarnation and then formed heartfelt perception with the incarnation through this connection.
Soon, his spirit was within his incarnation, immersing him in the Land of Fallen.
Instantly, he felt a chilling aura surrounding him. It felt like he was in an extremely cold glacier, an icy chill penetrating his bones and even his soul, far beyond ordinary cold temperatures.
There was a "shushing" noise around him, from a thick forest cloaked in blackness, a faint blue mist flowing in thin streams, like a chiffon veil gently floating, mysterious and eerie.
The forest was swaying in the wind, with occasional shrill wails resembling whistles; branches and leaves seemed to harbor unsettling eyes, watching closely.
In the grass, between the rocks, and within the bushes, it was as if thousands of wild ghosts were howling in unison.
If a typical forest is home to birds and insects, then this forest is a haven for hearts that make one's pulse race.
