Thick radioactive dust in the sky completely blocked out the sunlight, while the planet's uneven heating created air convection, producing gale-force winds.
On this planet, pitted like the surface of the moon, there was almost no trace of Earth's former appearance. It looked more like some dead star drifting through space.
But it was not entirely beyond saving. Though the atmosphere was so fragile it seemed ready to burst at a poke, at least some of it remained. All they needed to do was eliminate the radiation, then plant forests across the globe. Given a few tens of thousands of years, it should recover.
But that had nothing to do with Su Ming. He had come here only to follow the Morlun Family's trail: why that female Vampire had this planet's designation in her mind, and how the Morlun Family traveled across the multiverse.
Lost in thought, Su Ming drifted beneath the dim sky toward a massive crater. He turned Godslayer into a shovel and started digging downward at a certain spot.
A few seconds later, he had excavated a tunnel dozens of meters deep. His craftsmanship was no worse than any tomb-raiding master's; the shaft was round and smooth.
Even so, he found it somewhat troublesome. If he had not been worried about smashing some medium storing information, this would have taken only one punch.
Judging by the situation in other Parallel Worlds, the White House, as the residence of the President of the United States, meant a great deal to the country. It was practically like the grand mausoleums ancient emperors had prepared for themselves—every President of America spent money renovating it after taking office.
The underground civil-defense structure was officially registered as the "Emergency Operations Center," though ordinary people generally called it the "Doomsday Bunker." It had