Time passes year by year.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have gone by.
Professor Wales continued his exploration.
He was quite patient, keeping a low profile, not revealing his power, and even disguised himself as an ordinary cosmic spaceship passing by. He traveled through mirage-like planets, drawing maps with a torch, traversed the zombie tide regions, trying to find a gathering place for more advanced civilizations.
There were too many zombies.
It was like a horde of wild beasts in the wilderness, with dangerous corpse tide regions stretching beyond sight. It's unknown what catastrophic events had occurred here, but the human camp seemed to be in a precarious position.
Li Qing occasionally glanced at Professor Wales and every time he looked, he sighed: Why is he still traversing desolate regions? Hasn't he found a survivor area yet?
