She had gone mad.
Even through words alone, Ye Qiyan could feel that the woman who had written this final letter had gone mad.
She had not even left her name.
Perhaps doing so would have left more traces of the [Golden Race], leading to the discovery of this map stored inside a time stagnation item.
Several places in the letter were blurred, or even reduced entirely to a mosaic-like jumble.
Ye Qiyan knew what those garbled passages would contain.
Things about the End, about True Gods.
"Seven True Gods? In that case, there are more True Gods in the Wasteland than I imagined."
Back in Solo City, the End brought about by [Wind], whom he had not considered a [True God], had nearly destroyed the entire city, even with the Hunt Ring there.
Then what would an ultimate End brought about by seven genuine pinnacles of the Wasteland Species, like Abyss and Death, look like?
The Golden Race had been powerful. The items he had obtained made the strength of this race plain enough.
Yet even a race and civilization like that, one that clearly possessed the ability to resist the End, had still failed to survive that End.
What, then, had terrified the Golden Race and shattered all their pride and confidence?
"The more I see, the more things I don't understand. Forget it. No point thinking about this."
Ye Qiyan gave up thinking.
He considered his greatest strength to be his ability to take things in stride.
He would take things one step at a time. At worst, he could just run away.
He spread out the map. Apart from this towering dead tree, everywhere else was gray-white and distorted.
But its colors had not yet faded completely.
The map from countless epochs ago still recorded the