Black Water

Black Earth.

Zhang Ping followed the King of Nether Mist straight ahead.

With nothing to use as a landmark, he had no idea how far he had walked or how long he had been walking.

The sky remained a hazy gray, with faint wisps of mist stirring within it. Farther away, everything was pitch-black.

There was no light source here, yet it was not dark.

At least,

Zhang Ping's Nightwalker had not triggered once.

How long were they going to keep walking?

Could I still get back to Mingzhu City?

What had happened to Mingzhu City? Had the Beast-Taming Zhu Family stopped its offensive, or was it still attacking?

Were Fatty and the others all right?

Zhang Ping was deeply worried about Mingzhu City, but he had no way to leave this place. He did not even know where the King of Nether Mist was taking him.

Truth be told, it had been a long time since he had felt this helpless, unable to control anything and forced to drift with the current.

The soil was bone-dry and felt hard beneath his feet.

Zhang Ping had heard in his previous life that black soil was rich and fertile. This place ought to be perfect for growing vegetables.

Suddenly, he felt like laughing. Had he triggered Flower Country's passive skill?

They continued onward.

After roughly another day and night, Zhang Ping finally saw something new.

Honestly, if he had not kept letting his thoughts run wild, he did not know whether walking like this would have driven him mad.

This place was too empty.

Though he was clearly moving forward, it felt as if he were marching in place.

Now a tree had appeared ahead: a withered, black, strange-looking tree.

What made it strange was its many spiral branches. They twisted