A silvery-white tunnel curved downward, unfathomably deep, as if without end.
Dim yellow lights flickered on the walls, struggling to illuminate the long, narrow space.
Hu Qi's legs were shockingly powerful, and his speed was astonishing. He advanced steadily down the tunnel, and it wasn't long before he saw its end.
However, the scene at the end was completely different from what he had expected. There was no heavy, steel-forged gate, nor were there heavily armed guards on watch.
All he saw was an old wooden door standing silently in his path.
The wooden planks of the door were already dry, cracked, and faded, with a few fissures appearing.
Peering through the cracks, he could see an inky blackness behind the door.
The lock hanging on the door exuded an air of age and decay, its body covered in dark red rust.
It looked as if it had been soaked in blood, giving off an inexplicably strange feeling.
