That grand city suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, as if the endless road before was just an illusion.
A massive bridge connected to the royal city's gate, with imposing statues standing in front of it, and towering city walls behind which were multiple areas gradually elevating towards the center, featuring dense and ancient architecture, solemn towers, and majestic palaces.
Yu Sheng raised his head, struggling to see the distant towering central district. The magnificent yet unsettling spectacle immediately filled his view—the city's central district had already begun to disintegrate. He could see the tops of those palace-like or castle-like buildings cracking open, with broken roofs and ramparts floating towards the sky as if losing gravity. Meanwhile, a rift spanning the sky was gradually devouring the city's upper layers.
The Little Puppet sat on Yu Sheng's shoulder, looking up and exclaiming, "Wow—"
