This scene was truly a shock to the eyes. That was a satellite—it should be in space, orbiting along its predetermined path. How could it have fallen down?!

William Carter and Henry Clark both felt a chill down their spines, a coldness creeping over them. Unconsciously, they looked up again at the gloomy sky above. What was up there?

“Don’t tell me these vines really are hanging down from the firmament!” Henry Clark's voice was a bit hoarse, his face looking very grim.

He found this scene hard to accept—he simply couldn’t believe it!

William Carter stayed silent, walked closer, parted the vines, and stared intently, looking again and again, making sure this was a real satellite—no mistake.

“What on earth is going on?” Henry Clark felt his mind was in chaos.

William Carter pondered, not knowing what was happening outside. They should leave here as soon as possible; they couldn’t stay any longer.

“Bro, what are you doing?” Henry Clark snapped out of it and saw William Carter pulling at the vines hanging in midair with both hands.

“I want to go up to the sky.” William Carter said.

“You’re still in the mood to joke?!” The chubby Henry Clark was usually always smiling, like a kindly Maitreya Buddha, but now his face was full of worry.

The upheavals of today had left him anxious and uneasy.

“I’m going up to take a look.” William Carter said. He wanted to climb higher to check things out.

“Don’t! It’s too dangerous. This isn’t some heavenly road—you think you can really climb up to the palace in the sky?” Henry Clark objected, worried for his safety.

“It’s fine, I won’t go too high, just a quick look.” William Carter replied. His excellent physical condition showed itself as he quickly climbed six or seven meters up.

At this point, the mist swallowed him up, and from below he was no longer visible—the visibility was just too low.

“Bro, are you okay?” Henry Clark called from below.

“I’m fine!” William Carter answered, continuing upward, climbing dozens of meters before finally stopping.

“The vines up here are even thicker, hanging straight down. Judging by their appearance, they really don’t seem to be growing from the mountains on either side—they’re hanging from high above.” William Carter frowned.

It was hard to believe—how could something so earth-shattering happen overnight?

Then, he thought of the news he’d seen earlier: trees appearing in space, other plants floating, all species originally from Earth, lush and thriving. Now, all sorts of ideas filled his mind.

William Carter slid back down along the vines—there was no need to risk going deeper.

“Bro, we need to get out of here fast. We can’t stay in this place—I’m getting the creeps.” Henry Clark said.

William Carter nodded. The train had broken down; it wasn’t safe to linger. The communicator had lost contact with the outside world. He felt he should find his own way out, leave first.

The string of events was unsettling—they couldn’t just sit and wait.

“Oh my god, what did I just see?!” At that moment, a cry of alarm rang out.

Several agile young people had also climbed onto the roof of the train and come over. At a glance, they saw the heavy satellite, each one left dumbfounded.

They looked as if they’d seen a ghost, their faces frozen.

Soon, the news spread, causing a sensation and panic. The mountains could no longer remain calm. Everyone poured out of the train cars, the sounds of crying and all kinds of noise mixing together.

“This is a recipe for trouble.” Henry Clark said.

In a state of chaos, all sorts of incidents could easily happen. But who could maintain order now? The train staff were already stunned, at a complete loss.

“What about that ancient person?” William Carter asked.

“What do you think? He’s long dead. I just went to check, and I heard from others that he might not actually be from ancient times—he was carrying a communicator.” Henry Clark replied.

“Hm?” William Carter was taken aback. He’d seen everything about that person—the clothes and all weren’t just retro, but truly had a special ancient charm.

“What’s the point of thinking so much? Let’s get moving!” Henry Clark urged. He didn’t want to stay even a moment longer.

In fact, at this point, everyone else was on the move too, wanting to leave immediately.

William Carter weighed the black sword in his hand. Barely over a foot long, yet so heavy, its density surpassed any metal he knew of. This made him deeply suspicious.

“What about that person’s communicator? Let’s see who he was in contact with—this is just too strange.”

Unfortunately, William Carter didn’t get his wish. There were too many people here, chaos everywhere, and the communicator was already nowhere to be found.

“Let’s go!”

They didn’t waste any time and quickly set off.

Groups of people left together, heading for the nearest town.

William Carter and Henry Clark walked along the railway. The chubby one was relatively familiar with this route, having traveled it many times before. According to him, after crossing a dozen or so miles of mountains, there was a small town.

“Who did this? No wonder the train had to break down—this is just too much!” On the way, Henry Clark fumed.

After walking several miles, they saw a section of track that was broken. This was definitely a major safety hazard—if the train had kept going, there would have been a disaster.

“Wait, something’s not right!”

After another two miles, they saw another break in the tracks. But this time, it was very strange—it didn’t look like it had been dug up by people. There was… something else going on.

“Did you see that? Something’s off!”

Henry Clark looked carefully again and again, his face grave.