The scorching sun blazed high in the sky.
Zhou Yuanzheng, clad in iron armor, traversed mountain ranges and finally stopped at a specific location.
According to the intelligence, this is where the Calamity resides.
He looked at the wasteland before him, his expression calm. Upon receiving news of the Calamity, Zhou Yuanzheng had come here directly. The wasteland before him was entirely different from the small courtyard mentioned in the intelligence reports, yet he wasn't surprised.
He was waiting. Waiting for the right moment.
Time swiftly passed, day by day. Night fell, and once again, rain poured down.
In Zhou Yuanzheng's line of sight, a small courtyard gradually materialized on the originally empty wasteland. From nothing to something, bit by bit, it solidified. The tranquility within the small courtyard, combined with the candlelight, created a sensory experience entirely distinct from the outside world.
It has finally appeared!
