In the Qiaomu Forest, Qian Jiangyue and the Shadow Play cautiously proceeded, yet the deeper they ventured, the more uneasy and alarmed they felt. Although they could anticipate the situation within the forest, the scenario seemed far more severe than they imagined.
The frequent forks and bizarre directional changes resembled a shroud of fog, rendering any reference markers meaningless. Even marking the tree trunks proved ineffective, as if the markings themselves became part of the forest, subject to its control, the moment they were made.
They struggled to fix their position, unable to draw a route map from previous paths, nor could they ensure a safe return to the entrance. At this moment, they felt like they were on an endlessly long slide, unable to stop, propelled only by gravity and a heart filled with fear of the unknown, moving continuously forward.
