Warm sunshine.
Green waters, verdant mountains.
Birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Little White Tiger and his companions' first impression upon entering the Godforsaken Land was shock.
The scenery before them was unlike anything they had ever seen.
There were mountains, grass, and flowers.
A little bridge, flowing water, and cooking smoke formed a scene like a painting.
When the apocalypse came, global temperatures had plummeted, leaving nothing but ice, snow, and cold waves.
These children of the apocalypse had never even dreamed of scenery so peaceful and beautiful.
Not far away stood a small village.
Around a hundred two-story brick-and-tile houses stood along the mountainside, and a five-meter-wide river flowed through the village.
They could faintly make out a group of elderly people playing cards and chatting beneath a large tree at the village entrance.
People carrying farming tools passed through the village from time to time.
In front of the village, a massive stone tablet bore three large characters: Xu Family Village.
"This... is the Godforsaken Land?"
"According to the legends... this place is incredibly dangerous, with Transformed everywhere."
"I heard... even Ancestors have appeared."
Everyone exchanged bewildered looks. Even White Garment was completely confused.
Most legends about the Godforsaken Land had spread through the Holy See's accounts.
According to them, bones littered the ground here, and the Transformed ran rampant.
But how could they explain this scenery from before the apocalypse?
While everyone remained spellbound by the beautiful scenery, Little White Tiger quietly pulled Old Ninth aside and asked guiltily, "Can you still mobilize your qi?"
Old Ninth reached out and tried circulating his qi, only to discover that his special ability had already disappeared.
Whoosh!
Old Ninth threw open his jacket.
The Demon Dragon on his chest was gone.
A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.