Chapitre 648: 647. Roasted Lamb_1

Lu Ban snapped back to reality and found himself in a decaying world.

There was a dimming sunset, an infinite sky, massive ruins filled with wondrous aesthetics, and desolate land.

Among the ruins, Lu Ban saw one forming a huge arc, towering higher than any mountain he had ever seen on Earth, stretching across the sky as if embodying some absolute order and rules.

Unfortunately, half of the arc was broken off, and the whereabouts of the broken part were unknown, invisible.

What kind of civilization could have created such a sublime structure, and what kind of force could have destroyed it?

Lu Ban didn't know.

The desolation here was somewhat different from the Wasteland's sky filled with swirling sand.

If the Wasteland is desert, Gobi, scorching sun, and dry winds, then this place is the concrete manifestation of the concept of Doomsday.

Deserts might see blooming flowers, might feature an oasis, but here, no new life would ever be born.