The grey-black, putrid ground constantly emitted strange bubbles from the muddy puddles, and a withered tree had its crown chopped off, its slanted branches stabbing at the sky, like the emaciated hands of a starving ghost reaching for heaven,
While underfoot lay wilted weeds, all of which Yi Chen saw as he steadied his stance.
He first glanced around, and finding the place deserted, couldn't help but silently grumble, "What godforsaken place has this treasure of a cave heaven teleported me to? Why is it so lifeless?"
Though there was no one around, Yi Chen did not let down his guard. He tried to extend his spiritual awareness only to find, just like before, it was suppressed and could only reach about three meters away from his body.
After pondering for a moment, Yi Chen changed his appearance once again and started to cautiously explore ahead with the utmost care.
