Luo Zheng swept over a row of low houses, and a Dwarf Mountain immediately came into view.
Scattered across this Dwarf Mountain stood black gravestones, each about six feet high.
After flying over the gravestones, another towering gravestone appeared behind the Dwarf Mountain.
Just as Luo Zheng was wondering who was buried beneath it, Fuxi casually tossed him, sending him tumbling downward.
When he was about a foot from the ground, Luo Zheng lightly touched down with his toes and landed steadily beneath the towering gravestone.
A flash later, Fuxi also appeared directly beneath the gravestone.
Luo Zheng examined the dark gravestone. It bore neither inscription nor carving, and he had no idea who was buried beneath it.
"What did you bring me here for?" Luo Zheng asked.
Fuxi's expression was utterly calm. At that moment, he looked just like an ordinary person, without the slightest hint of anything extraordinary.
Who would have thought that this fellow could casually kill Other Shore Realm experts—and not just any experts, but ones on Yan Hai's level?
He did not answer Luo Zheng. Instead, he casually tapped the gravestone.
Strands of Golden Threads slowly spread out from the bottom of the gravestone. The dissatisfied Golden Threads crawled upward, quickly diffusing across the entire gravestone.
Luo Zheng examined them, but could not see anything mysterious about the Golden Threads...
"I've stayed here for a very, very long time—about thirty billion years," Fuxi said blandly, staring at the Golden Threads. "Even for me, thirty billion years is no short period. I've wasted all of it here..."
Hearing this, Luo Zheng found it baffling. "You're not trapped here. Can't you leave whenever you want?"
All Luo Zheng knew was that this fellow called "Fuxi" was incredibly powerful and that he was Nuwa's elder brother. Surely this