The ground beneath them was damp, and the air was heavy with moisture.
Wherever this place was, it must have been deep beneath the earth, the heat from below made the air uncomfortably warm and sweat began to form on Shiao Yi's forehead.
The rough terrain was covered with moss and scattered stones.
The strange plants grew around them some seemed similar to the grass on the surface, while others were unfamiliar, their colors muted in the dim, glowing light of the underworld.
From the high ridge where they stood, Shiao Yi could see no trace of towns, villages, or even a single house.
The vast underground world below seemed to belong only to roaming magical beasts and magical creatures.
When he looked down over the edge, he saw a deep river flowing swiftly far beneath them.
It must have been underground water bursting to the surface and carving its own path.
At the very least, water wouldn't be a problem here.
