That place was a gigantic empty expanse of land, and there was an exit in the distance, leading to a tunnel that would stretch down even further.
There were nearly a hundred bubbles floating in midair in that empty expanse of land. Most of the bubbles had already burst, but they did not disappear. Instead, they existed around the area like egg shells. They might have burst, but the entirety of the bubble was still there.
As Su Ming looked at the bubbles, he walked past them slowly in silence until a complete bubble appeared before him. That bubble was thirty feet tall, and it floated in midair without moving.
In there… was a middle-aged man with scales growing on his chest. His eyes were shut, and there was a bloody hole at the center of his brows. It was the wound that had brought about his demise.
This was a corpse, a corpse that had died for an unknown number of years and had been preserved for an unknown amount of time…
Preview to next chapter: Return
Over the course of 15 years, South Morning has changed a lot.
The Catastrophe of Eastern Wastelands is almost here.