As panic spread, the Extreme North fell.
After fear had swept through, all that remained was devastation, with twisted corpses everywhere.
Ming Xiao did not know why he had survived, nor did he care. He stayed by his mother's side, weeping at times and laughing wildly at others.
He cried because of his mother, and he laughed because of his mother as well.
He cried because he had never understood his mother's intentions. He laughed because she had told him to keep smiling forever.
That was also why his mother had given him that name.
A day and a night later, Ming Xiao staggered out of the house, holding his mother's corpse in his arms.
However, before he could bury her, countless black phantoms suddenly tore across the sky and descended before him.
A bone-piercing chill swept over him. Standing before those shadows, Ming Xiao felt as if his heart had been gripped, and even his breathing became sluggish.
"9th Adaptation Race, take him away!" the leading shadow said.
As his words fell, Ming Xiao immediately felt an invisible force lifting him into the sky.
Ming Xiao tried to grab his mother, but that force controlled his body and left him unable to resist.
He could only watch as his mother's corpse slipped from his hands and grew farther and farther away.
In the days that followed, Ming Xiao was taken to an enormous city.
Fear Race creatures were everywhere. Though they came in many different forms, their bodies were all condensed from Black Mist, making them easy to recognize.
Eight others had been brought here alongside him.
As for why they had been brought here, they already understood.
According to the Fear Race creatures who had brought them here, they were Adaptation Races and might have the chance to