The cliffside was drenched in cold rain.
Fierce winds howled ferociously.
The air was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
——Even though everyone had died once, they couldn't withstand such a harsh environment.
Fortunately, the deceased had already moved into the caves.
Many started making signs, venturing out when the rain lessened to place the signs on the exterior cliffs.
——This was to help more people find this place.
Wu Xiaode thought this was a good idea, so he controlled his bronze arm to carve a large row of words on the cliff:
"Walk up the narrow path, there's a cave for shelter."
The cave was very spacious, and seemingly unfathomably deep, yet it could completely accommodate the growing number of people.
Before long,
Wu Xiaode noticed that some of the dead, sitting on the ground motionless,
had slight fluctuations around them as if they were drawing some kind of power from the Void.
...So that was it.
