The bird came to the edge of the Abyss. It was tired and found a dead piece of wood to perch on to rest.

The branches suddenly shook. The bird’s feathers shot up and its wings vibrated as it screamed.

It was unknown when but dense black vines appeared on the dead wood and had already firmly entangled around the bird’s feet. The snow-white bird flapped its wings as it was dragged to the centre of the densely branched tree. Its beautiful neck was raised high and its pointed and long beak reached out to the grey sky. Then the vines wrapped around its neck and cracked open, the mouth that had sharp fangs biting at the bird’s neck.

Blood splattered and the five or six metres long bird was broken into two, small feathers scattered to the ground.

An Zhe held his backpack and landed on the feathers on the ground. He stood up and stood on rotten ground where black liquid was flowing. After taking a few steps, he looked up and saw the bird being eaten by thousands of vines.

Then the vines scattered in a contented manner.

The dense forest, the vines and the giant mushrooms combined to block the light of the sky and the sound of fighting.

This was the Abyss, a place where even people’s bones were eaten. There were no rodents or arthropods because they were too weak yet the creatures that were 100 times stronger than them weren’t invincible. The soil of the Abyss was so nutritious due to all the flesh and blood that it was soaked in, which might be while the mushroom population flourished.

An Zhe walked through the place. The ground was covered with moss, dead branches and fallen leaves, so soft that it was close to a swamp. Creatures walked on it without making a sound.

He clearly felt that the atmosphere of the Abyss had changed. Usually, killing fights would happen all the time and powerful monsters often strolled the forest to patrol their territory. However, he walked a long way today and only encountered a silent python.

They all seemed dormant.

However, An Zhe didn’t care about the coming and going of the monsters. He gazed at the endless place where even the sun couldn’t shine.

On his left side was a dark red mushroom 10 metres high. It stood between several huge stones and mucus constantly flowed from the cap. The huge body seemed to be breathing, rising and falling as it took in the air.

An Zhe placed a finger on its stem and felt the texture that was wrapped in mucus. He had never seen such a mushroom before.

Suddenly, his eyes filled with fear as he gazed around in all directions. His pupils shrank and his body was cold. He was shaking.

He couldn’t recognize it. He didn’t recognize it.