Quinn Shepherd sat beneath the lantern, the jade pendant on his chest glowing faintly, still yearning to float away into the distance.
Is this Carefree Haven? If not, then where exactly is Carefree Haven?
The little skiff drifted onward, not slow at all. After boarding, Quinn Shepherd noticed the skeletons ignored them, as if unable to see them.
The skull mountains returned to normal—these skeletons seemed to have fallen back into death, sinking into silence.
Quinn Shepherd shook his head, feeling that everything they'd encountered so far was beyond imagination—things he'd never dared dream of, each stranger than the last.
Monsters in the dark, the underworld courier at the riverside village, the world of gray fog, now the small boat with its skeleton ferryman in a raincoat—all of it was unbelievable, yet it kept happening.
Also, the world in the darkness of the Great Ruins wasn’t as simple as Village Chief imagined. He’d thought there was only a Dark Realm, but now it seemed a single Dark Realm couldn’t explain everything they’d seen.
Maybe the Dark Realm exists, or maybe there’s more than just the Dark Realm—perhaps other worlds lurk in the darkness.
Village Chief, who was that passenger who gave us Nether City Coins? Quinn Shepherd glanced at the ferryman and asked quietly.
An old acquaintance.
Village Chief’s expression was calm. “I haven’t seen him in ages or heard any news—I thought he was dead. Turns out he’s still alive. Anyone from our era who’s survived this long is remarkable.”
Quinn Shepherd felt a wistful longing—the Village Chief’s era must have been full of heroes, a time when legends were born, with figures as brilliant as the stars, like Village Chief himself.
Sadly, time wears everyone down. Even those peerless talents of the past eventually grow old and approach the end of their lives.
Didn’t expect he’s still so restless, always running around—who knows why he ended up here this time.
Village Chief smiled. “He’s better at scheming than I am and has seen more mysteries. Honestly, I envy how freely he lives—it’s easier for him. Quinn, you might meet him someday. He has no fixed home and loves excitement. His name’s Jasper Ling. He’s got a black mole under his left eye and is missing the ring finger on his right hand—I cut it off myself.”
Village Chief, where will this boat take us?
Quinn Shepherd looked around—they were already far from the entrance to this strange world, with no sign of the path they’d come by. Drifting onward like this, who knew where they’d end up.
Besides, who could say if this was even the Great Ruins?
It might not even be the same world as the Great Ruins!
Village Chief frowned slightly—Quinn Shepherd’s jade pendant had drawn them here. Despite all his years in the Great Ruins, he’d never encountered anything so strange or come to such a bizarre place. But since Quinn’s pendant brought them here, it was likely related to the pendant’s origin.