South of the Endless Volcanic Range.
It was a little past five in the morning, but the sky was already bright.
Since the Apocalypse, the weather and the passage of time could no longer be measured entirely by the twenty-four solar terms.
In fact, no calendar system from Earth was applicable anymore.
One place might be bitterly cold, while the next region might bring extreme heat or tsunamis. Nobody knew what the next region would be like.
So even though it was already the depths of winter by Earth's reckoning, the Endless Volcanic Range still had summer-length daylight hours.
The days were even longer than they were in summer.
It was still dusk after eight at night, and the sun began slowly rising a little after four in the morning.
Chu Sheng stepped out of the Netherworld Light and glanced at the survivors watching him from a distance. He ignored them and headed straight toward Xingzi and the others' Black-Hearted Fish Cart.
As soon as Chu Sheng appeared, the scattered chatter among the survivors who had gotten up to search for food in the flowing lava immediately died down.
They all looked at Chu Sheng with apprehension and fear.
They already knew about what had happened yesterday. At Captain Hui's direction, Cheng Xue had explained that Xiao Ling was a Sequence Adept who had concealed her identity to stir up trouble, which was why she had been killed.
Despite the explanation, these survivors had already formed their first impression: Chu Sheng was a monster they must never cross.
Of course, not all the survivors felt that way. Those who had newly joined the Convoy were also afraid of Chu Sheng, but not quite as much. They simply felt they should avoid provoking him.
Zhuo Wu had protected them very effectively.