This cave stretches over ten thousand meters, all constructed from Wumu according to specific rules.
The cave was clearly hewn step by step by the predecessors, and the Wumu bears the explosive marks of their measurements.
The further inside you go, the more intact the laws of this place seem.
Surprisingly, the cave forks into a dozen passages.
A group of people made their choices; some didn't go far before thunderbolts fell from the sky, striking them into charred corpses with a crackling sound.
The others, shocked, crowded at the entrance, deliberating their choices.
Burrowing holes in a bird's nest, it seems disagreements have emerged here.
Some headed east, some headed west.
Among these dozen paths, only one was the real one.
Descendants of various tribes each had their secret techniques; a woman in a floating white robe, ethereal as a fairy, flung out a handful of beans.
Plop, plop, plop!
The beans burst and surprisingly transformed into human forms.
