This unrighteous sneak attack!
The moment the door opened, Fu Qian felt his senses were slightly assaulted.
Behind the door was a vast underground space, partitioned into different sections by numerous corridors.
Above his head, there were lights placed about every ten meters or so, stretching into the distance.
However, this huge space was currently filled with a dense red fog.
This fog carried an indescribable stench, so intense and tricky, it could compete with a skunk committing suicide by swallowing feces.
Ever since becoming a Transcendent, Fu Qian's sense of smell had also become unprecedentedly enhanced, and was quite heavily impacted at the moment.
Immediately holding his breath, Fu Qian looked around and noticed beneath the red fog there were strands of yellow-white tendrils.
Whether on the ground or the walls, it was all these strange things, some winding in threads, others coiling and intertwining, extending into the distance.
