Ten miles away from the campsite, there lies a flat valley in the wilderness. At the center of the valley is a giant hole, its mouth measuring ten zhang in diameter, plunging straight down into the unknown depths. Anyone standing at the edge of the hole would also hear the howling of the wind.
The Spirit Stream battlefield is indeed a curious place, filled with many unknown adventures and opportunities for those who come across them, as well as dangers that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
At this moment, Lu Ye was riding Amber, standing on an elevated point next to the valley, looking down. In his view, centered around that hole, the valley was swarming with various kinds of insects—spiders, mantises, grasshoppers—identical to those he had encountered within the Mirage Realm, only much smaller in size.