For seventy years, there had been no sound.
The souls that had passed away in the past could no longer answer greetings from the present. Only the plaques upon countless gravestones still sang quietly in the wind.
In the silence, Huai Shi raised his head and gazed at the gradually darkening sky.
From the Present Realm to hell, in the brief span of half a month, they had delved deeper and deeper into the abyss until they arrived here. Compared to the hardships and dangers endured by those buried here before them, what they had gone through was hardly worth mentioning.
Now, their journey had finally come to an end.
Unfortunately, they had still arrived too late.
"Can you still move?"
Huai Shi drew a deep breath, turned around, and looked behind him. "Everyone, we may have to walk a little farther."
"We're almost out of fuel."
Raymond sighed softly and patted the Solar Ship's keel. "We'll go as far as we can."
"Easy."
Foster lowered his head and wrapped bandages around his left hand, answering calmly, "I'm a senior member of the Extreme Sports Club. Even if I had to hike another few hundred kilo—"
"Then you'll have to carry me when the time comes," Gregory said. "I threw out my back."
"...Forget I said anything." The Chief Engineer sighed helplessly, took off the unloaded hunting rifle, and handed it to him. "Use it as a cane for now."
"That works."
Gregory weighed it in his hand. "It's just a little heavy."
As long as it could be used, what was there to fuss over?
At last, Huai Shi fell silent and looked toward Anton at the front.
Amid the low gravestones, the aged professor stood staring blankly at one of them. He bent down, removed his helmet, and