The water curtain was raised and Meng Qi immediately had a feeling like the world had been washed by the rain and became extremely fresh and deep as if it was the most pure and subtle black gemstone.
The scene at the peak of the mountain seemed to be not so different from what it had been before. There was still a black pine tree on the cliff edge. Under the pine tree, there was still a bronze coffin full of traces of decay.
However, under similar appearances, there was a completely different feeling. Looking from all directions, you can only see the winding mountain roads and dark peaks as they superimpose together in a countless way, covering all possibilities. The crack of the Nine Levels of Underground, which used to be at the bottom of the mountain, appeared on the edge of the cliff.
