The sound of water drifted softly as Shen Feng rode his mechanical horse toward the riverbank, only to discover that it was completely different from the broad Huangpu River he remembered. The "river" before him had shrunk by more than half, downgraded to little more than a stream.
Clearly, the natural environment had undergone tremendous changes in the Dark Apocalypse.
After all, without sunlight providing external energy, light, and heat to Earth's surface, a normal water cycle could scarcely form. The fact that a river had remained at all was already fortunate.
There was another thing Shen Feng had been wondering about: if this world no longer had sunlight as its energy source, why could the temperature on Earth's surface still remain normal?
If the sun had gone out, Earth should have frozen into a giant lump of ice long ago.
And not only was there no sun in the sky, there was no light from any other stars either.
If clouds were blocking them, there should at least have been thermal and light reactions from the cloud cover.
Yet there was none of that. There was only pure darkness.
After pondering it for a long time without reaching an answer, Shen Feng shook his head and urged his horse into a gallop along the riverbank. The Grey Tide surged behind him, searching for signs of life wherever it passed.
Dark, stifling, damp, oppressive—there was barely a breath of wind, and the surrounding buildings lay in utter silence.
Shen Feng's initial optimism had completely vanished after encountering the quantum-state lifeforms.
Still, wherever there was water, there would always be life.
He could vaguely make out aquatic plants and algae in the water, though he did not know whether they were species that had survived the disaster by adapting to the