After Qin Ming entered the crevice, all his fatigue vanished. What he felt outside wasn't an illusion. The place that had once nearly killed him was now completely different. He looked up. The exit was only about four meters above. Around him, silver light like spider silk stretched through the underground space, intertwining and spreading. When his body brushed against it, he felt a slight warmth.
With a short sword in one hand and his long-handled black-gold hammer in the other, Qin Ming moved forward. The last time he had fallen in by accident and hadn't gone far, now he wanted to explore deeper.
The ground was uneven, scattered with stones of varying sizes, and very damp. Water droplets clung to the walls, occasionally dripping down.
The path ahead grew rugged and gradually narrower. Soon, his shoulders nearly brushed both walls. He arrived before a narrow crevice only wide enough for one person to pass.
