Chapter 470 It Is Not Dead Yet

This world looks very... Quiet, peaceful and harmonious.

It looks even of ataraxia.

Men plough and women weave.

It is a merry scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

There are not too many noises and din.

Anyway, this place is arguably a fairyland on earth.

Gao Ge has a feeling that the scene described in Peace Blossom Spring written by Tao Yuanming is nothing more like this.

However, the abrupt black rain breaks the current tranquility.

When the black rain falls, the flowers and grass instantly wither.

The farmland, just like the plants, is also drained of vigor.

People keep falling down nonstop.

The kite’s string is broken. In the black rain, it drops from the sky slowly like a bird without wings.

Watching what is happening, Gao Ge and Tang Jiusi just feel so depressed.

It is like a beautiful painting with per