"Is this the 'Mountain and Sea Realm'?"
Starry light coalesced, and Yan Chuan and Cheng Fengxiao appeared hand in hand, their expressions vigilant.
Yan Chuan's eyes swept across the surroundings. It seemed to be a marshland forest, shrouded in dark clouds, dim and mysterious. Towering ancient trees stood tall, their vines entwined, forming an endlessly sprawling canopy.
Though it was already the winter month in Great Yan, this place remained lush and green.
The trunks of these ancient trees were covered with moss and moisture, making them appear decadent and twisted.
The ground was muddy and slippery, and the muffled sounds of sucking could be heard from time to time as if evil ghosts underground were devouring everything. On the surface of the mud, withered branches, leaves, and other decaying plants floated on the turbid water, exuding a nauseating stench of decay.
Miasma permeated the air, suffocating people.
It enveloped the woodland, reducing visibility to a low level.
