All around was like being soaked in thick ink, pitch black to the point where one could not see their hand in front of them.
The oppressive darkness seemed to press towards them as if it were a tangible substance.
After an unknown amount of time, the speed of descent finally slowed, turning to a gentle float, like a feather drifting down softly.
Until the descent completely ceased, only then did Ran Qingchen notice that there were blood-red fluorescence glimmers appearing around them.
These glimmers flickered and floated in the dark space.
"What is this?"
Ran Qingchen was filled with uncertainty and looked around warily.
Qu Hongling gradually came back to her senses from the dizziness.
She gently tapped her still somewhat dizzy head, her long, curly eyelashes quivering slightly, as she curiously examined her surroundings with the pure curiosity of a child.
Qu Hongling gave a soft "hmm," her dark eyebrows unconsciously knitting together, murmuring to herself:
