For Fang Zheng, this journey was not difficult, although this world and the Anan he had previously stayed in were the same place, but the terrain had changed to a certain extent.
Perhaps because this was a different Anan—who knows what was really going on?
When Fang Zheng entered the cathedral again, he did not see the Archbishop who had previously knelt and prayed within the cathedral; even the cathedral itself was completely different from before. Fang Zheng clearly remembered that in front of the previous cathedral where the Archbishop was, there was a statue, and on the altar, a monster's skull was enshrined. Here, however, at the deepest part of the cathedral, mysteriously, a tree had appeared; moreover, on the altar lay a huge monster's corpse.
What should he do next?
Standing at the far end of the cathedral, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought; in this world, he had no clues nor any idea where to go.
At that moment, suddenly, that voice rang out again.
