Outside the vast bamboo forest, a gentle breeze arose. The red bamboo swayed in the wind, and the rustling sound reverberated.
It wasn't heavenly music, but it was better than heavenly music.
The roaring in Transient Evil's mind also surged with it, becoming part of this heavenly symphony in his world.
It spread throughout his body, causing his entire form to gradually tremble, and his thoughts to rapidly dissipate.
However, the speed of dissipation wasn't fast, so he had some time to recall this journey.
Five kilometers of sand represented the desert he had gone to, fifty kilometers of marsh represented the swamp he had fled to, five hundred kilometers of graves referred to the bare mountain that looked like a tomb, and the five thousand kilometers of bamboo referred to the forest in front of him.
The ballad bore witness to his journey.
