The scorching wind blew directly into the face, whipping up gravel that stung the skin with every gust. Su Heng squinted slightly and soon adjusted to the fierce light within the tomb. This was a desolate wasteland, the sky clear and cloudless, with a black sun suspended above, radiating light.
The surroundings were dominated by rising mountains, obscured by dust, and with the swirling heatwaves distorting the air, they appeared somewhat blurry, indistinct.
In the center of the secret realm stood an ancient tree looming high.
This large tree somewhat resembled the totems they had seen at the entrance. It was two massive trees entwined and fused together. Its dark, gnarled branches spread out in all directions, like a canopy, obstructing the sky and sun.
