Tianlong's Journey Through Journey

A third-year graduate student in the Department of History. The title of the thesis is "An Examination of the Distribution of Buddhist Architecture in Dali Kingdom". The instructor sent him to Wuliang Mountain for field investigation, and he was quite happy - it was better than digging through stacks of old papers in the library. Stuffed in the backpack were a geological hammer, a tape measure, a sketchbook, and a fucking pack of ham. "This soil layer..." He tapped the section with a geological hammer, and a few pieces of gravel fell out, "It doesn't look right." Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from the mountain below. Not thunder. It's the mountains that are moving. Wang Yi didn't have time to stand up. The rubble first fell from the top of the head, and then the entire slope rolled and collapsed like a sheet lifted by a giant. He instinctively threw himself to the side, but his feet came up empty - not the ground, but a hollow inside the mountain. The whole figure seemed to be pulled downwards by some force, and in his ears was the roar of falling earth and rocks and half a curse word shouted by himself...