The world beyond the Rabbit Hole was like a paradise beyond the mortal realm.
In the gap between another dream, lush green grass stretched across an endless plain. A cool wind blew in from afar, sending waves rolling through the sea of grass.
The members who had escaped the great calamity slumped onto the ground, staring blankly around them. Some laughed and cried at once; others sat frozen. In the span of a single night, there had been too many shocks, too many changes.
Whether joy or sorrow, it was all too immense, leaving everyone exhausted and numb. They could neither laugh aloud nor shed tears.
Still, they were used to being tossed about by fate. Before long, someone organized order again, racing to rebuild the camp while piecing the wounded back together.
Yu Shu was so busy his feet barely touched the ground. He rapidly stitched together the victims who had been torn into pieces, injected them with Spiritual Substance, and hastened their recovery. Amid wails and groans, whole—and not so whole—people were soon pieced together again.
In the rush, there was no time to sort things out. More often than not, someone ended up with another person's arm or leg sewn onto their body. They could only wait for Yu Shu to finish before swapping them back.
What that old man had brought out really was a good place.
Those sent to scout the surroundings returned with news of several springs. The water was sweet and clear, colorful fish swimming within them. Who knew which beautiful dream had left behind such a lovely memory?
Amid the bustle, all the supplies that had been loaded onto the vehicles were unloaded. Most of them were equipment and tools painstakingly made by hand, along with food meant to lift morale.
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