The corridor stretched deep and long, some twenty to thirty zhang wide, and about a hundred zhang high.
Such corridors were common in the underground world.
They were like the wider alleys of a large city in the surface world, the most basic passageways for travel.
Noctilucent moss clung to the stone walls, casting cold light in various hues that made the corridor gleam with many colors.
Although the light was cool and somewhat eerie, it was also quite beautiful.
Countless small creatures—spiders, lizards, centipedes, and millipedes—scurried through the moss.
The bigger prey devoured the smaller, and the smallest ate even tinier beings, filling this place with fiercely wild life, small but vigorous.
The Yin Yang Daoist walked down the passageway, hands clasped behind his back and striding with long steps.
With his cultivation, crossing the void would normally be effortless.
But today, he deliberately let go of the power to fly and relied solely on his physical strength to walk forward.
Because beside him, starting from his left hand, stood Wu Jin, then Wu Yin, and then Wu Tong.
Wu Zhan had been sent out from the Wu family to open up a tiny clan in a wild, remote land.
The four brothers—Gold, Silver, Copper, and Iron—were finally reunited today.