Song Jian walked on the desolate Divine World continent, and a feeling, similar to when he had first entered the game, arose in his heart—mixed with worry and yet filled with anticipation.
The Divine World continent looked barren, with greenery rarely in sight. The occasional clumps of vegetation that were encountered were all a yellowish-brown color, appearing as though they had been withered for a long time.
Gazing into the distance, at the horizon, countless divine lights shimmered, seeming just like the auroras seen at the polar regions.
"Those must be the temples of the gods…" the Wanderer Diston couldn't help saying.
