The natural light was still present at first, but as they went deeper, it gradually became so dark that they couldn't see their own hands.
Shen Cang felt the little girl in his arms snuggle closer, seemingly frightened.
The little boy whose hand he was holding also tightened his grip, likely nervous as well.
Shen Cang sighed and silently chanted, "Fire, rise."
Two flames appeared on his shoulders, illuminating the surroundings.
Little Taotie was startled for a moment, then curious. She extended her fair, tender little hand to gently touch the flame, feeling no burning sensation that flames should have.
"Don't touch randomly." Shen Cang said helplessly.
Little Taotie retracted her little hand, blinked her eyes, looking innocent.
With the surroundings lit up, the little girl's beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked around.
All around were trees, Cangtian Great Trees.
This place seemed like a dense forest, yet the air lacked the scent of vegetation.
