A warm and gentle breeze caressed Lu Li's damp body.
The wind carried a faint scent of sulfur.
Lu Li climbed out of the hole and stood up, gazing at the not-so-dark space.
It was no longer appropriate to describe this subterranean place as an underground cavern.
The vast underground world was more spectacular than the surface. Countless natural stone pillars, hundreds of meters high, supported the underground realm. Lava rivers branched like tree limbs, meandering around the grand and magnificent structures akin to a city, finally flowing into the distant lava sea.
Lu Li gazed silently.
Where exactly was he?
The tides of the underground cavern spilled from the hole, flowing down along the terrace-like rock layers. A hundred meters away, the lava river emitted sounds of evaporation, shrouding the area in white mist and steam.
Whether Lu Li was a few thousand meters deep underground or in a deeper layer of hell, it became irrelevant with these sights.
