Li Yu sat blankly in front of the cyan steps, not wanting to think about anything.
He didn't need to think about anything, didn't need to do anything.
Just gazing at the empty expanse of sky and earth before him.
Looking at the murky sky.
Looking at the rain falling from the sky, hitting the bamboo leaves, seeping through them, dripping onto the moss in front of him, pattering on the stones beside the clearing.
At the edge of the clearing was a natural rock.
This rock had a rather peculiar shape; it looked like a person extending their arms, joining them as one, cupping something in their palms.
At this moment, the rock's outstretched palm was filled with dripping rainwater.
Dripping out bit by bit.
Li Yu just sat there in a daze, nothing to do.
His soul seemed to have left his body, soaring into the sky, flying freely.
Flying higher and higher.
He could see himself in the Bamboo Forest, could see the entire base, see the base surrounded densely by the Zombie Tide.
