Extreme I

Going with the flow meant having absolutely no clue.

Yuan Du Zi was also somewhat speechless over Song Chaochao, this rather unreliable benefactor.

This was Wulan Star, the front line where the Penza Empire and Knosus were locked in a deadly struggle. Military restricted zones lay everywhere.

No matter how much they went with the flow, the area in which they could move was actually fixed.

"Didn't you always want to find more information about the True World? There's quite a bit here too. The Penza Empire's records overlap little with those of our Eastern Extreme Alliance, so they might be of help to you." Song Chaochao smiled. "But first, you have to complete your proper duties."

"Understood." Yuan Du Zi nodded faintly.

Even without the prophecy, the bloodline within her body itself was faintly resonating at this moment.

It was as though this planet held something similar to her, something sharing the same roots.

This deepened her trust in the Dome of Heaven's prophecy by another layer.

"Since we're going with the flow, let's head to the archives first," she said softly.

"I knew it." Song Chaochao was helpless.

Li Rong stood to the side, a trace of melancholy flashing through her eyes.

She knew what Yuan Du Zi wished for. The Yuan Moon of old had completely vanished with the passage of time, and martial arts had likewise lost all meaning in continuing forward as the environment deteriorated.

Yet from the very beginning, what Yuan Du Zi pursued had never changed.

What she had always pursued was exploration of the True World and the ceaseless evolution of her own realm.

And in this place, that wish had been suppressed by the extremely troublesome environment of the mutants. It had gradually transformed into a desire for a permanently stable