It was exceedingly quiet inside the city. Gan Wuliang walked around with his group, occasionally coming across a patrolling soldier. Most of them were similar to those of Battle Heaven—lingering obsessions in suits of armor.0

A few of the higher level existences, such as Bronze Armors and above, possessed a bit of consciousness. They turned a blind eye to the strangers in their midst and even bore them faint hostility. They knew that the Zheng name had been dirtied by the heir to the Lis.0

Yuan Shuo didn’t say much and silently assessed the situation.0

If a city hadn’t fallen asleep and had always been awake, then there would be some traces of day-to-day living after one hundred thousand years. An entire city full of people wouldn’t have spent the whole time in closed door cultivation.0

He poked around various corners and quickly finished a walkthrough of the entire city. Yuan Shuo even stopped at the city wall and considered the ponderous, but dim guardian plant spirit. It looked to be asleep. Everything was very similar to how Battle Heaven had been in the beginning.0

Deputy Zhou and the others silently looked around with growing confusion. Based on the internal state...0