The Black Mist Man remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh and said:
"There are far too many big secrets in here. At the same time, this is the root of our Demon Race, our home. Here lies the hope of achieving eternity.
Regardless of the cost, we have to come back."
Wang Hao blinked.
Achieving eternity?
What the heck?
Immortality?
The Black Mist Man didn't say much more; he himself probably wasn't too sure either.
Standing there, motionless, just like he was dead.
"It seems this continent is far more mysterious than I imagined."
Wang Hao couldn't help but scratch his chin.
Even with Earth, humanity is still only partially understanding it today.
There's even still a debate over whether it's round or a flat surface.
What's beneath the ground?
How to explain those mysterious phenomena?
And then there are some forbidden zones...
