While traveling with the group, Zhang Yue accidentally stumbled and fell into a hidden little cave.
The moment he fell, Zhang Yue felt the world spinning around him. Once he steadied himself, he began to survey his mysterious surroundings. This small cave was a world of its own; the cave walls flashed with strange lights—some like scattered stars, others like dancing fireflies. A scorching heat filled the air, as if it could burn a person's very soul. In the center of the cave was a small volcano, its crater resembling a roaring giant mouth, constantly spewing red-hot magma. The magma wound along like a fiery dragon, hissing and churning up billowing thick smoke wherever it passed. On one side of the volcano lay the Leyline Spirit Spring, its water as clear as crystal, like a flawless mirror. Within the spring, the spiritual power was so dense it seemed on the verge of solidifying, emitting a dreamlike, illusory glow.
Zhang Yue composed himself and began to carefully examine his surroundings. Dressed in a snow-white robe, his posture as upright as a pine, he seemed utterly out of place amid the chaos of the cave. He had handsome features, sword-like brows, and starry eyes, his gaze filled with determination and curiosity, shining brightly like stars in the dead of night. "This place is quite extraordinary; perhaps it's a stroke of fortune," he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty cave.
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