Lilith held The Guide's original manuscript in her hands and finally reached the end.
After a brief hesitation, she flipped back to the first page and began reading the opening words again.
Like a child playing with a new toy, even if she could not understand it or figure it out, she kept turning it over from one hand to the other.
Because history had been forgotten, travel journals from this continent had vanished along with it.
That was the predicament one had to face when recording "reality."
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But Tang Qi's The Guide leaned more toward novelistic narration. With some embellished self-praise and a few inconsequential fabricated details added in, it had instead effectively avoided that problem.
Combined with the knowledge stored in his memories, he could list and analyze most of what he saw and heard, enriching the content and making it fairly interesting while adding a degree of professional introduction.
Now, his own strength and that of his team were enough to ensure their safety during their travels...
This was the only systematic travelogue the current era could offer.
Tang Qi was confident of that.
And the very fact that it was "the only one" was enough to arouse the curiosity of Lilith, an ancient lord.
She was a prisoner confined within the mist.
Compared with those criminals wearing shackles in the Southern Great Wall, she was already free enough—she could leave the ancient castle and walk along the edge of the mist.
But in the end, she was still detained within this unchanging forest.
Ever since she had memories, she had never set foot in the world beyond the mist.
Forget the sea of stars—even Dragon Gold City, where Home of Mist was displayed, existed only in Merlin's oil paintings as far as she