The enormous clouds of pestilence still piled up in the sky, drifting aimlessly with the wind like wandering zombies.
The earth was even more devastated, rotting horribly like a corpse stripped of its sinews and bones.
From afar, it looked like a mountain. Only after drawing near did one realize it was a corpse mountain made entirely of piled-up bodies.
Chaotic laws swarmed together like roaming, savage bandits, crazily slaughtering every surviving life under the command of vicious evil spirits.
This was a sight a hundred million times more terrifying than the apocalypse.
09 Sub-Account Zhang Yang walked silently, watching everything. He did not know where this journey would end, and he had long since forgotten why he had set out.
Great Droplet was dead, or perhaps had been dispersed by the main body. Thus, the deadliest threat to the Xing Clan World had ended with it. Unfortunately, that madwoman had personally buried the Xing Clan's final hope of rising again.
Now, he was merely waiting for the world to undergo dimensional descent. Yes, this world was certain to descend in dimension. It had suffered too many disasters and possessed too many polluted resources; it no longer qualified to remain in the Fourth Sequence. Thus, on some morning or evening in the future, it would surely descend to the Fifth Sequence without anyone noticing.
This was 09 Sub-Account's greatest hope now.
The main body had already forgotten him—or rather, could no longer bring him back to attend his own wedding night.
Yet as a sub-account, one belonging to the 2.0 era, he had instead developed a bug at this moment. He should have self-destructed to prevent the main body's secrets from leaking, though that had never been possible anyway.
But now, he wanted to live.
The world had already died,