The night was like a curtain, enshrouding the heavens.
In the past, the night sky over the Unparalleled Continent was also beautiful and enchanting, filled with a myriad of stars and a bright moon.
But ever since the cataclysm, these things had become sights of the past.
Though the day still had the hazy big sun shining everywhere, by night, it was truly pitch-black as one couldn't see their fingers in front of their faces.
Out in the wilderness, the flickering of campfires could be seen, as many of the common people huddled together for warmth while cultivators kept watch at the periphery against all threats.
Wu Jun, who was missing an arm, and several other cultivators were in charge of monitoring one direction.
Suddenly, something seemed to approach rapidly under the thick veil of night.
"Who goes there!" Wu Jun warned.
"It's me!" came the reply.
Recognizing the familiar voice, Wu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
The leader had arrived!
