North of Star City.
A hazy drizzle fell from the sky.
Mountain ranges stretched endlessly ahead, and the marching army wound upward like a long dragon.
Soaked by the rain, the earth had turned muddy, and the army's pace gradually slowed.
Flying through the air, Feng Qi gazed into the distance. The misty rain shrouded the green mountains and the road ahead.
Once they crossed these endless mountains, the Dawn Army would enter the plains. Future City, their destination for this journey, was already very close.
Whether years of effort would be rewarded would soon be answered.
His figure swiftly descended, landing at the very front of the formation.
"We'll reach Future City in two days at most. Any thoughts?" Qin Shi Kong, dressed in a tattered Daoist robe, came to his side.
"What's there to think about? We just charge in." Feng Qi grinned, then continued.
"How about you tell our fortunes in advance and see how this trip will end?"
Qin Shi Kong helplessly shook his head.
"This old Daoist has already calculated it several times, but I simply can't see through the secrets of heaven. You know that fortune-telling requires me to grasp the threads of fate, but those threads have yet to appear. I can't predict how this journey will end. Such a situation is extremely rare... I even suspect that Future City contains something capable of concealing the secrets of heaven."
Hearing Qin Shi Kong's explanation, Feng Qi immediately thought of Little Black.
If there was something in Future City that had remained impossible to understand across multiple timelines, it was Little Black and the mysterious person named "Mo" who had created it.
Little Black was practically an old acquaintance.
Although they had never met on the Sacrifice Timeline, every time he traveled fifteen hundred