It is a wide underground river where water gushes out from a high place, creating a waterfall with a large drop.

Dozens of huge steel pillars more than 100 meters high supported the rails crookedly, and many places have been broken. The torn rails were torn apart. The collapsed steel pillar still seemed to be bubbling a little in the river.

Looking down, Wang Yongdu felt a little sore in his knees, although the railroad tracks may only be more than 100 meters high from the ground, but he still felt a chill down his spine.

He thought about it and thought that he was also a little crazy, entering an inexplicable uninhabited world alone, entering a tunnel under a dark mountain with no one for more than a thousand kilometers, and he had never seen sunlight until now.

Facing this abyssal underground river, he deeply felt that he was alone.

There's a little bit of white mist floating on the underground river, maybe.

He didn't dare to go down.

He felt that if he jumped, he might be lost in this world and never return.

This is an underground river, and it is also a concept. Deep underground, a person faces the underground river and jumps, a desperate scene.

He stopped and sat down beside the broken railroad tracks, his legs hanging down, staring slightly at the underground river.

His knees were shaking slightly, and his adrenaline was secreting.

The wind of the underground river blows down the abyssal canyon, and it is a cold, full coldness.

Wang Yong didn't know how deep he was already underground, but he still didn't get close to the warmth brought by the center of the earth.

Sitting here alone, I feel lonely, but I also have an inexplicable state of mind.

There was only the sound of the rumbling underground river.

Wang Yong remembers that here the Gunslinger abandoned the little boy and watched him fall from the broken railroad tracks into the underground river in this long, endless, lonely dark tunnel. Does he have the power to save?

Wang Yong did not hear the sigh of the undead here. (If there were, it would be less lonely.) ）

The little boy's spirit did not appear behind him and suddenly pushed him down, did it really exist? These.

The little boy had already died once in the United States in the sixties, and the second time here, would it be a third time?

Thinking so, he seemed to feel that something was watching him here.

It's nothing to look at yourself, if you die here alone, it's really miserable.

He stayed for a while.

Like a blackbird, it swept over the broken railroad tracks and flew towards the opposite side.

Then, it fell accurately into the mouth of the tunnel on the opposite side and disappeared.

The underground river is still rumbling in unknown places.

……

After passing through this tunnel, Wang Yong flew at a speed of more than 100 kilometers, and in only a day and a half, his vision could already detect a slight glimmer of light.

So he stopped, and it took more than two hours, in a slowly increasing light, out of the tunnel.

The railroad tracks broke in a short time, and the predecessors ...... Or why did the intelligent beings of this world build this tunnel and railroad track here?

Or is it just that generation after generation of superpowers, for the pursuit of that side?

When he walked out, it was no longer an entrance, just a crack in a huge mountain range, an inconspicuous crack.

He stood for a while, accustomed to the strong reflection brought by the high-level snow-capped mountains, and moved his gaze down the mountain, looking at the yellow-green tundra.

He hadn't eaten in days.

Thousands of years ago, the wizarding world suffered a huge disaster, the ancestor of light took away the light of the wizarding world, in that struggle, the wizarding world was greatly damaged, many wizards were starved to death, including the eighth level wizards, some ridiculous.

At that level, the demand for energy is also very high, and it is not impossible for this to happen.

It's like the huge, most specialized dinosaur that disappeared into the dust darkness of that meteorite impact, while the less energy-intensive mammals survived.

Just as red dwarfs in nature can live hundreds of billions or even trillions of years, while yellow dwarfs live only 10 billion years.

After all, the eighth level or the legendary ninth level is still a fundamentally different concept from the ancestor.

He spread his arms and flew up into the air with a cold wind.

Fly towards the plains.

Looking back at the snow-capped mountains, they stretched out like a line of cliffs separating the sea from here.

Wang Yong circled, seeing the withered oasis and the boundless desert.

He stopped for a moment on the edge of the oasis.

There's also a village, with dilapidated and collapsed billboards that spell a language that Wang Yong didn't understand.

Empty.

Wang Yong roughly scanned it with his spiritual power, and it was so.

It's a typical American-style road town, a degraded version of it.

The whole world seems to have broken out after the depletion of resources, and then the civilization has broken out, so there is a wonderful sense of incongruity, and there are some strange energies here, and when it is still thriving, maybe steampunk is not necessarily.

But now there is only a depression, and Wang Yong has not seen a living person until now.

The town has dilapidated taverns, cult churches, stables, and shacks along the paths, but these houses have either collapsed or have a thick layer of dust.

Scattered along the road were human skeletons, metal bullets, and some of them had some beast bite marks.

In order to reproduce human beings, it is generally believed that there must be at least a race of 2,000 people, and this small village of more than 100 people left here alone, madness is the final destination.

Communication with the outside world is gradually cut off.

Wang Yong walked through the town and continued to walk to the other side.

What's on the other side? He didn't know either.

With a desperate snow-capped mountain on one side and a boundless sea on the other side, there should be something on the other side.

He began to wonder if there were any creatures in the world that could communicate.

Beyond the slightly green oasis, there is a vast desert behind.

Wang Yong barely judged the direction in the desert, walking on a path covered by a thick alkaline layer that was intermittent.

This desert is the perfect example of all deserts, huge and stretching into the sky, boundless in any direction. The desert was white and vast, very dazzling, with no water source and no life, only in the direction of Wang Yonglai, you could see the mountains scattered on the horizon.

Wang Yong sometimes wondered if he was heading in the other direction.

The entire desert is a hard formation, and even the wind that blows in the dark night can only roll up the dust like grains of salt.

On this formation, you can see gray-black grass and a few kinds of plants here when you walk a little bit on the ground.

Of course, it's the only thing that can be lit here.

It's called ghost grass.

Burning ghost grass is like burning animal fat, the fire is low and flat, and the burning process is slow.

On a night when no one was around, when Wang Yong lit the ghost grass, staring at the low light of the fire would eventually make him feel as if he was jumping in an ominous dream.

Just like here.

There is sunrise and sunset here.

He picked up a stick of ghost grass and chewed it slightly in his mouth, which had a slight toxic and hallucinogenic effect.

This hallucination is not psychedelic, like the low glow of the fire in this dark night, shaking something like a stone that is like a consciousness.

But in this empty stony desert, there was a burning ghost grass beside him, and he could finally sleep for a while.

He didn't dare to rest in the tunnel, his brain like a cracked rock.