The vast basement spanned a hundred square kilometers, its entire space covered by dense, overlapping vegetation. Various plants grew in wild disorder; the air was humid and hot, and underground rivers wound their way through the lush trees.
Ripples stirred across the rushing water. Wen Lie walked slowly across the surface, holding the Demon Blade, his soles pressed flat against the water as if he were treading on solid concrete. The ripples spreading beneath his feet carried a Zen-like tranquility that felt entirely out of place in this harsh environment.
Five days had passed since the day Bawang was resurrected.
Chapter 62