Mona Lisa gently stroked Little Sprout, but her gaze passed over it and settled on Lin Ze'an.
"Young King, you must grow quickly. Though it is cruel, this world does not have much time left to give you."
Hearing this, Lin Ze'an froze. His brows instantly furrowed, and deep confusion filled his eyes.
"What does that mean?"
What did she mean, the world did not have much time left for him?
Mona Lisa did not explain. Instead, she took a few light steps forward, walked up to Lin Ze'an, and gently took hold of his wrist.
Lin Ze'an was startled and had yet to react when, the next second—
"Bzzz—!"
A gentle green glow suddenly poured from Mona Lisa's palm.
Lin Ze'an only felt his vision blur as the scenery around him abruptly began to twist.
"Whoosh—!"
When his vision cleared again, he was already standing in an unfamiliar place.
Sensing the aura here, Lin Ze'an froze.
This place was dim, desolate, and permeated with an air of decay.
Even the sky was an unnatural dark shade, as if it had been corroded by some rotten power.
Heavy clouds hung low, churning with ink-black mist. From time to time, violet-black lightning streaked through them, while not a trace of sunlight could be seen.
The earth was cracked, the vegetation withered, and the air was filled with a suffocating presence.
He turned to look at Mona Lisa beside him and asked in confusion, "Where is this?"
Mona Lisa let out a soft sigh, her gaze fixed on the dim sky in the distance. "This is... the boundary of this planet."
"I believe you can sense the state of this place."
Lin Ze'an's heart jolted. He looked around, and an unsettling suspicion gradually arose in his mind.
Mona Lisa turned around and