The other side of the portal was unlike anything Han Xuhan had ever seen. Comparing it to the atmosphere of the Crimson Snow Sect would be foolish.
The moment he passed through the portal, he found himself falling face-first into hard, rocky mountain soil, covered in a layer of soot like an old chimney. He tried to slap the soot off while standing up, but discovered that every inch of visible soil around him was covered by it.
The place he had landed on was at the rim of a canyon. The invisible portal leading them here was dangerously close to the nearest edge, just a couple of meters from where he was standing.
Han Xuhan cautiously took a peek down the cliff and sighed in relief. The wall going down wasn't exactly vertical or smooth. Even if he slipped and fell, he wouldn't roll all the way down easily.
