The dark passageway, the crimson walls, the cold ancient tomb, and the occasional horrific howls.
Scene, atmosphere, sound effects, background story—all were present, combining to create a real sensation akin to Yellow Springs Road.
Or perhaps, in some sense, the place this path led to was even more despairing than the true Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs.
Zhang Xiaoman had been keeping an eye on the situation below throughout his journey, but within the 50-meter range of his Spirit Detection Technique, he hadn't spotted a single shadow of an Alien Species.
He was now descending a spiral staircase and had been walking for what felt like ages, probably reaching nearly a hundred meters deep.
The endlessly descending staircase gave him the illusion that it might never have an end.
Of course, that was impossible.
Even an illusion couldn't deceive him, for he had the ability of the Spirit Star Ring, granting him immunity to all mental attacks.
