"There was a boy,
A strange boy who could turn into a cat.
One day, he lost his shadow.
They told him
His shadow had gone very, very far away,
Across continents and oceans,
Beyond the Starry Sky and the future,
To a place very far, very far away..."
Under the desolate night sky, a black cat walked forward with its tail raised, singing as it sauntered along.
Five glowing spheres of varying sizes circled above its head. The smallest was no bigger than a bowl and hovered not far overhead; the largest spanned several yards in diameter and floated hundreds of meters above the ground, like a star plucked from the sky.
These glowing spheres floated in midair, circling along their respective paths and scattering silvery-white radiance across the ground, illuminating everything within several miles around the black cat.
And within that several-mile radius, the black cat picked and chose, selecting a suitable little path.
The Old Lich walked several hundred meters ahead of the black cat with a mournful expression, serving as its guide. If it had known that offering Zheng Qing advice would result in being thrown out as bait and a pathfinder, it would have kept its mouth shut from the start.
But by the time it realized that, it was already too late. And there was no medicine for regret in the world—not even in the Wizarding World, much less this desolate Black Prison World.
As for the rest of the adventuring party,
Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Zhu Si trailed several miles behind the black cat, skirting the edge of the area illuminated by The Little Stars Shine. Jiang Yu held a Hundred Herb Candle in her hands, Zheng Qing cradled his rune gun and watched their surroundings warily, while Zhu Si alternated between