An Zhe suddenly left the ground. Behind him, the mountain-like monster’s claws slammed down but Tang Lan flew faster, leaving the dense forest behind almost instantly. Looking down, everything on the ground grew farther and smaller as they rose while the tall mountains in the south were getting closer.

He asked Tang Lan as the wind blew toward him, “Where are we going?”

The wind was becoming stronger and his voice was blown away. In the midst of this, Tang Lan asked him, “Have you ever heard of the fusion faction?”

He carried An Zhe higher and higher, gradually approaching the highest mountain peak. As the sky got closer, the highland shone a red-gold as it reflected the setting sun. A white building at the top of the mountain gradually emerged at the junction of the sky and the mountain peak.

The first thing that caught An Zhe’s eyes were the two cylindrical white towers with a smooth appearance. They were divided at two ends and connected by lines in the middle. Between the two white towers was the main body of the building, an oval, three-storey low-rise building, flanked by auxiliary buildings and various other scattered buildings. The open space in front of the main building was filled with all types of strange devices. Behind the building was a flat land with dozens of tall wind power generation towers. The snow-white, three wind turbines were rapidly rotating in the howling wind.

A huge, dark green vine was divided into dozens of strands and surrounded the entire building ground. Its branches were placed on the fence and the white tower. When Tang Lan took An Zhe to the ground, a vine came over and sniffed them before leaving.

The huge black wings on Tang Lan’s back were slowly retracted into his body. Tang Lan’s body trembled lightly and his fists clenched, some pain appearing on his face. An Zhe watched without blinking until Tang Lan opened his eyes again.

At first glance, Tang Lan’s eyes were dark and inhuman but he recovered within three seconds. Tang Lan explained, “The conversion process is a bit confusing and uncomfortable but I’m already lucky.”

He looked at the vine. “This guy can’t be human anymore.”

An Zhe glanced at the vine. “Does it have a human consciousness?”

“Some.” Tang Lan stepped forward and An Zhe followed. The strong wind on the mountain blew their clothes as they gradually approached the oldest white building in the centre.

Six o’clock in the evening was when the sunset was at its peak.

In the southwest sky, the clouds were tumbling as a huge red sun burned while sinking, the golden red light illuminating the open door and the figure standing in the middle.