Everyday Fishing

The perception and true spirit of 09 Sub-Account wandered cautiously, and his understanding of this ruined plane gradually deepened.

This place was simply too ruined. It was completely at the critical point on the verge of descending to the Fifth Sequence.

Desolate and deathly silent—using such adjectives for this world was already lavish praise.

Because there was no longer a complete sky to be seen here, nor a complete earth. Everything floated in fragments of various sizes. Or rather, "floating" was not quite accurate. There were no heavenly laws here anymore, nor sun, moon, or stars. There was not even air, not a trace of wind. The only reason these fragments remained suspended was that they were bound by the power of the River of Time.

If the critical point of descending to the Fifth Sequence was 0, then the current state was 4.

Yet precisely because he had confirmed this, 09 Sub-Account instead breathed a sigh of relief. Before his true body had completely transformed and entered this ruined plane, he inscribed another Battle Rune of the Ancient Witch Race upon himself—Eternal Petrification.

"It seems this really is the destined land of me, Yang Yang Yang. Heaven has not forsaken me, and I shall not forsake Heaven. If one day I, Yang Yang Yang, can make a comeback, I will repay this a hundredfold."

09 Sub-Account was practically moved to tears. He had truly had it hard—what a trail of hardships he had endured.

Fortunately, this ruined plane had given him one final hope.

Indeed, if he had still suspected that some remnant of the Ancient God "Game's" power might be hidden inside, transformed into vicious traps waiting for a pitiful little moth to charge in—

Then that possibility had now been reduced to zero.

The reason was simple.