The midnight wind sweeping across the jagged rim of Mount Apex carried an unnatural, stifling heat.
Far below the land-wide tear, twelve thousand meters into the crushing dark of the world-size mantle, the lightless void glowed with radioactive violet.
Three mountainous pairs of burning demonic eyes smolder in the underground deep pit.
They didn’t blink.
Each iris was wider than a mountain range, swimming with void-runes that warped local gravity into screaming eddies.
Miles away, sect elders and royal guards collapsed in terror as psychic heat wave frosted their swords with purple rime.
Yet at the very cliff edge of the terrifying deep gap, beneath the buzzing white glare of four portable LED halogen work lights, Lu Zhen didn’t even bother to look up.
He was busy setting up two collapsible sawhorses.
