The barren land.
The gray sky.
The collapsed and dilapidated skyscraper.
The overgrown asphalt road...
In Chen Siwen's eyes, at this moment, the entire world had become quiet. Only the whistling north wind rushed past, composing a desolate elegy.
"This... is the real Qingcheng Alien Realm?"
"Yes." Chen Yu nodded. He turned around and looked at the huge object behind him. "As for the metallic space inside, it's just the interior of a spaceship."
"..."
Hearing this, Chen Siwen remained silent. She narrowed her eyes and looked at everything in the distance.
Unknowingly, a hint of sadness and despair welled up in her heart.
She had the same feeling as Chen Yu back then.
What a declining world this was.
There was no hope left.
"Xiao Yu." A few minutes later, she suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?"
"...The atmosphere here gives me a familiar feeling."