Luo Nian leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the distant "chimney."
This adventure, brimming with strange thrills, had come to an end. Next, he would have to face the God of Death head-on.
He really wasn't mentally prepared for this...
Since childhood, he had heard all kinds of legends about his father from his mother.
His father had saved the Cloud Hall, saved the Central Region, saved the Great Thousand World, and saved the entire universe...
His father had always been the Chosen Son of Heaven. Everything he did seemed as easy as going with the current, as if those great feats had been accomplished amid casual laughter and conversation.
Although he had heard Ning Yu Die say that his father had also been trapped in mortal danger countless times, hovering on the brink of life and death, hearing about it and experiencing it himself were two entirely different things.
How could he be certain he would succeed in a dead end where no one had ever succeeded before?
His father must have faced situations like this too. What had he been thinking then...
He sat there blankly for several hours.
The sky gradually darkened.
The golden ring at the top of the deep void seemed to be covered by a layer of scales. It gradually changed from gold to ink-black, and night descended with it. The faint light reflected off the chimney, making it look from afar like a gigantic man-eating beast towering there.
Inside the oval building, Elder Xue kept communicating in the language of the Hun Race.
The voices of the creatures in the deep void were also very distinctive when they communicated. Unlike the rhythmic speech of the Main World's creatures, they emitted waves of extremely soft sounds, like a swarm of crickets chirping in