Jiang Yuan glanced down; the system didn't provide any specific details, so it probably wasn't important.
However, the ground was indeed unusual, reminding him of the slag discarded by the ironworks in town when he was a child.
Back then, people often took it to pave roads, and within the large, porous slag, there might be small iron beads left behind. For a time, he loved picking through the waste to find beads to play with.
The scene before him resembled a large, smooth-surface piece of slag with a honeycomb interior, glossy black with some areas extraordinarily smooth.
Yet the honeycombed pits varied in size and were connected, the largest of which could easily hide a person. The feeling of "wind beneath one's feet" was unsettling, as if something might crawl out from below.
"This is the Lantian Domain Ruins, remnants of war. We must tread carefully. Follow me." Jiang Yuan summoned the Clear Wind Bright Moon Sword to guard both sides as he led the way.
