After he had passed through the pitch-dark passage on the ground (19,19), it felt as though he had ridden a teleportation portal, and after a spinning and swirling sensation, he appeared in a place replete with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, resembling a warehouse.
Bodies piled up like mountains; many were familiar faces, including the corpses from the camp that had been breached which Xu Shu had seen before, as well as some Transcendents from the Hunter Association, along with many unknown strangers, possibly Scavengers, Wasteland Wanderers, and others, too numerous to count.
"At the bottom of the ancient temple..."
Xu Shu's gaze grew sharp, thoughtfully looking back, towards the innermost layer of the basement of this ancient temple that served as a warehouse, the place from where he had emerged.
This was a branching passage, one leading upwards, the other downwards, pitch-black and bottomless.
