Lin Yu and his two companions, carrying a mix of anxiety about the unknown and a steadfast determination to uncover the truth, continued down the increasingly deep passage. The surrounding air felt as though it were being compressed by some invisible force, growing heavier with every breath. Each inhalation felt like pulling against a heavy, damp cloth, bringing a deep sense of oppression. This heavy atmosphere stemmed not only from the environment itself, but even more from their inner anxieties about the unknown secrets and perils waiting ahead at the Seal Land.
As they walked, the passage grew narrower under their feet, and the inscriptions on the walls on either side seemed urged on by the passage of time, packing together ever more densely. Those ancient and complex characters seemed endowed with life, flickering in and out of view in the dim light. Lin Yu slowed his pace, fixing his eyes intently on the walls and laboriously deciphering every character, then softly relaying the decoded information to his companions beside him.
It turned out that the powerful race sealed away here had once harbored the wild ambition of ruling the entire world. The power they wielded surpassed mortal imagination; the spells they cast were capable of shaking heaven and earth, unleashing cataclysms akin to the end of days. Shattering mountains, splitting the earth, and raising towering tsunamis—such terrifying scenes, which only existed in legends, were to this race merely the result of w…
Chapter 113