This was a large park.
Although it was filled with all kinds of beautiful plants and the overall environment was exceptionally scenic,
its location on the outskirts of the city, coupled with the fact that it was a workday, meant that there were hardly any people in the large park at all.
It possessed an undeniable sense of seclusion.
Within Ling Wuyuan's perception, this place, which was not small in area, currently contained only a few dozen people in total, and they were all extremely scattered.
Even if someone walked around the entire park and came away with the impression that there were only three or five people here altogether, that would have been perfectly normal----
At this moment, Ling Wuyuan sat on a bench by the lake within the park, his expression incomparably calm as he quietly watched the lake surface, where ripples occasionally spread out.
Through the karmic connection between them, he could clearly sense that the spot occupied by the lake ahead was precisely where the orphanage he had stayed in during his previous life had once stood.
However, due to the apocalypse and various subsequent causes, the rapidly changing terrain of the surrounding area had forcibly transformed the place into a lake spanning dozens of hectares. All traces of the past had vanished without a trace.
At most, there were still some utterly fragmented broken walls and ruins at the bottom of the lake.
Those things could not even be called ruins. At best, they were wreckage----
Yet in the face of such a sight, Ling Wuyuan's face had remained expressionless from beginning to end. Even his mood was extremely calm, so calm that it was almost without fluctuation. There was only a feeling of utter acceptance--
He was neither stirred by the disappearance of the