Chapter 297. The Next Floor is an Illusion?
A spatial crack faintly resonating in a cave, like splitting the fabric of reality apart like a wound in the void. From within the shifting rift, eleven cloaked figures emerged, stepping onto the damp, moss-covered ground of an unfamiliar ancient forest.
As soon as their feet touched the earth, an eerie silence greeted them. The air was thick and humid, filled with the scent of decayed leaves and distant rain. Despite the dense canopy overhead, faint light filtered through the foliage, casting moving shadows over their forms.
Tyler, at the forefront of the group, narrowed his eyes as he took in their surroundings.
This place looks good.
His instincts said otherwise.
"Careful," he warned, his voice low but commanding. "Is this an Abyss-type forest?"
Tyler and others walked out and saw a greenish forest. They were little confused because usually Forest Type Abyss is full of Abyss Mist and Plant Monsters.
But this place seems very calm.
"Quick! Fly high and scan the moons!" he ordered.
Without hesitation, one of the Grandmasters, a seasoned cultivator with long silver hair, leaped into the air, his cloak billowing as he shot towards the sky. His eyes glowed faintly as he activated his Divine Sense, stretching his consciousness beyond the treetops, beyond the distant peaks, beyond the clouds—until he could see the celestial bodies above.
He hovered there for a moment, silent, before descending swiftly back to the group. His expression was one of relief.