The planet had been torn apart, the sky burned fiercely, the continental shelves plunged into the molten core, and mad stars hung upside down above the shattered planet. A dying behemoth slowly crossed the top of the already-depleted atmosphere, passing over the rift that ran through the entire planet—and at last, Yu Sheng and the others slowly descended onto the behemoth's back.
The behemoth's back was vast and boundless, resembling a floating island in space. An unknown force had gathered the last remnants of an atmospheric structure around it, shielding it from the apocalyptic scene outside. Yet on this "land," carried by the behemoth like a lone ark at the end of the world, there was actually a lush peach grove, with a clear spring, a pond, bamboo houses, and small bridges at its edge. It was clearly man-made.
But the bamboo house had long since been deserted, and the clear spring and pond had nearly dried up. When Yu Sheng descended on the demon fox's back, Zheng Zhi was the only living person here.
He was completely unharmed, sitting somewhat dazed beneath a peach tree in the center of the grove. An unfinished chess game still lay on the stone table before him.
"Big Nephew!!"
From far away, Eileen, sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulder, shouted loudly.
Zheng Zhi, who had been staring blankly, instantly snapped awake. He hurriedly turned around and finally saw Yu Sheng and the others approaching on the back of the silver-white demon fox, as well as the figures of True Spirit Qianji and Xuan Che flying through the air. A delighted expression immediately appeared on his face. "Brother Yu! You finally made it! I thought I was really going to die this time!"
Yu Sheng flipped off Huli's back and quickly came to Zheng Zhi.