Darkness, thick like ink that won't dissolve, unfetteredly spreads across every inch of space at the canyon's bottom.
Above, the towering canyon cliffs stretch infinitely towards the sky, leaving a narrow gap far above, swallowed by the darkness.
The feeble light from the lantern seals that seep through the gap into the canyon bottom seems so insignificant before the heavy darkness, as if it could be completely absorbed at any moment.
Liou Yuan bends over on the iron-hard brown land of the canyon, continuously inspecting the Array inscriptions he has sketched onto the ground.
The friction between his feet and the hard ground produces a dull sound that echoes throughout the canyon.
The injury on his arm has already healed, thanks to the help of a few healing medicines in Liou Tao's Storage Bag. The deep-seated wound that once exposed his bone now has not left a single scar.
