Luo Chuan calmly pondered the scene that had appeared before him in the dream.
The two different ruins definitely had some connection.
But he could not find where that connection lay.
It could not be that the Shadow Dweller he had encountered earlier was actually a survivor of that civilization, could it?
Hmm...
The scenes in the dream were beyond Luo Chuan's control.
When he was slightly distracted, the image before his eyes had already undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
The heavens were a dark crimson, bolts of lightning like Silver Dragons constantly winding and shifting. Some places carried a bizarre quality resembling a watercolor painting. The once exquisite buildings had become an endless sea of fire, while farther away, the ground seemed to have been torn straight down the middle, the boundless cracks seemingly piercing through the earth.
It was as though the end of the world had arrived.
No, this was the end of the world.
Luo Chuan was awakened by wave after wave of enticing fragrance.
He removed the coat covering his head and looked to the side. The adorable snow rabbit glistened with oil beneath the roasting flames, and whenever grease dripped down, bursts of fire would flare up.
Little Black Ball dutifully stood guard nearby.
It turned the snow rabbit, occasionally brushing on oil, honey, and the like.
Luo Chuan sat up and stretched deeply. Having just awakened, he felt thoroughly refreshed.
Yet the scenes from his dream were still replaying in his mind.
A civilization at the height of prosperity had even left the cradle of its planet, yet it had been destroyed in an instant beneath a natural calamity.
There was certainly some sighing to be done.
Luo Chuan had long known that Tianlan Continent was far from as simple as it appeared