This decaying world has no clouds, stars, moons, or sun; the sky is either gray or dark, filled with the taste of deathly silence.
Yet at this moment, an eerie cloud appears above the Black Plain.
On the cloud, a hazy image gradually emerges.
Besides feeling excited, Fang Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely afraid that the mirage wouldn't appear, trapping him in this hellish place forever.
He quickly left the city wall and flew towards the distant mirage but dared not fly too high, lest he lure out the black dragon from the Ancient Dragon Peak.
After leaving the confines of Black Soul Mountain, Fang Zhou gradually ascended.
Soon, a few tiny black dots rapidly approached from the sky.
Seeing these dots, Fang Zhou instead showed a smile.
A month ago, when he first arrived here, these strange birds came to greet him, and now a month later, they came to see him off.
Truly the most polite creatures.
