What was even more strange was that there were also leg-high weeds growing on these irregular rocks.
It was as if this place was once a world, the tip of an iceberg of a buried world.
Although the abyss was extremely dark, the Young Emperor and the others quickly noticed their own existence and started to move closer to Jian Wushuang.
"My God, what is this place? Are all the Black Mountain on the ground suspended in the air?" Cheng Qing looked at the scene in front of him and said in shock.
"It seems that this place was once an above-ground world. For some reason, it was buried in the core," The Young Emperor analyzed.
Jian Wushuang did not say anything. He squatted down and touched a weed with his hand. In an instant, it turned into a puff of ashes.
Cheng Qing continued, "It's indeed a little strange, but fortunately, it's not a threat. As long as we don't release Yan power, we'll be able to leave this place."
