The blood moon hung high in the sky, and a cold wind whistled.
There were no beauty and hope in the future dream world, only an endless deathly silence and distorted creatures that covered every corner of the world.
After leaving the Blood Source state, Feng Qi followed the direction in his memory and headed towards his future grave.
As far as the eye could see, everything was dilapidated.
After staying in such a depressing environment for so long, even the usually optimistic Feng Qi felt a little heavy.
However, he did not feel depressed, nor could he be depressed, because only confidence and perseverance could allow him to overcome all obstacles until the day this broken world was reborn.
Fortunately, there was always the narrator accompanying him, so he did not feel lonely.