As for He Song, the scenes of devastation he had witnessed on his journey thus far,
Could no longer be seen as he continued forward.
Setting off from Zizhu Capital.
He Song's gaze swept over the various scenes around him, and a trace of melancholy flashed through his heart.
In just a few decades.
The landscapes he had encountered on his journey had undergone such immense changes.
According to He Song's imagination.
If more time had passed.
Perhaps by the time He Song returned to this place, what he saw would no longer be the same as it was now.
Perhaps, many years later when He Song returned here, everything he saw would be completely different, to the extent that even He Song himself would not recognize the scenes before his eyes.
It was not until this moment that He Song finally understood a phrase he had heard many years ago.
Time.
Can erase everything.
Whether it is psychological trauma.
Or the destruction of nature.
When the span of time becomes quite exaggerated.
