The atmosphere in the cave was heavy with a malevolent energy and dampness; without lanterns, it was almost impossible to see the path. A layer of slime quickly adhered to the Xia Yan Luo, and from the fleshy walls around, droplets of mucus continuously trickled down like a never-ending spring rain. A rain with a peculiar scent...
Ah, so that's why it's called "Yingshuo"? Makes sense...
Zheng Zetian held up the leather lantern and observed the scenery illuminated by the light. In front of him, the writhing walls of flesh were layered and convulsing, occasionally sprouting growths like nodules and cysts, as if constantly evolving. The tunnel's layout changed, making it hard to recognize the surroundings after staying in one place for even a moment.
