CLANG!
CLASH!
CLANG!
A continuous cacophony of dull and sharp sounds echoed. It felt like a nail was being driven directly into his skull, struck and pried relentlessly by a hammer over and over again. Every strike made Su Ping shudder from the inside out. It was as if his very soul was being splintered into a web of cracks by the noise.
Fortunately, the torturous noise subsided after a few rings and did not return.
His consciousness gradually recovered from the hazy disorientation of the spatial teleportation, and he finally took stock of his surroundings.
The place perfectly matched his expectations: ashen, barren, frigid, and utterly desolate. It was exactly how Su Ping had envisioned the Heavenly Tomb before stepping inside—well, except for those blunt, metallic sounds he had just endured.
Soon enough, Su Ping's brows furrowed tightly.
