In the shimmer of golden light, Zhou Heng felt his body sink, and an irresistible force swept over him. Before he could enter the Nine Mystic Trial Tower, his vision blurred, and he found himself in a strange place.
It was a world of dismal green, a green stream flowing between banks of green mud, bordered by a green forest lush with green fruits.
The forest was supposed to be green, but green tree trunks, green soil, and a green sky made it appear eerily bizarre. Moreover, the trees were incredibly tall, each no less than a hundred meters, resembling green hills.
Only a silver-white moon hung in the sky, adding a touch of otherworldly color.
He was not alone here; Nangong Yuerong, Jiang Xuanling, and hundreds of others who had entered with him or been thrown in by Zhou Heng were all around, each wearing a bewildered expression.
