Following the group of Desolate Sloggers out of the darkness, Bai Yang arrived in a vast and boundless space. He could see the rotating stars of the cosmos in all directions—above, below, left, and right. There was no such thing as darkness here, making it feel as though the place he had just walked through was merely an illusion.
In the endlessly distant reaches of this space, the looming outlines of towering, imposing city walls were faintly visible.
Bai Yang deduced that he was still inside Great Desolate City, but the place he had now entered was the true Great Desolate City. The illusionary surface of Great Desolate City shattered by Dan Qiulin was nothing more than a facade, and the real Great Desolate City was the one concealed here beneath the dark demonic tide!
At this moment, there was no ground beneath Bai Yang's feet, yet he had the sensation of standing on solid earth. With every step he took, ripples spread outward in all directions from where his feet landed, the so-called ground resembling water so transparent it was impossible to distinguish.
In the center of this vast and boundless void of a world, Bai Yang caught sight of the Fountain of Life. With just a single glance, Bai Yang was certain that what he was looking at was the Fountain of Life.
There stood a tiny, ancient well, no higher than three chi, a little over a zhang wide, octagonal in shape, mottled and aged, rooted directly in the boundless void.
Within that tiny ancient well, a pillar of emerald-green light soared straight up into the nine heavens. Surging waves of life aura permeated the air, filling the entire space with endless vitality.
That peerless vitality was imprisoned within the ancient well by some mysterious power. One