Leaping and landing, Wang Chen swept over rows upon rows of houses and tiled roofs, arriving before a temple where people seemed to be present.
Although flight was forbidden within the Nine Dragon Underground Palace, and neither flying spells nor Magic Tools could be used normally, after spending some time here, he had grown familiar with this peculiar environment and developed a method of moving swiftly.
The city was silent and deserted. Dust covered the long streets, yet most of the buildings remained largely intact.
Wang Chen found no traces of Evil Spirits or monsters either.
A dead city.
Since there were no self-luminous obsidian stones in the city, and the glowing ground mushrooms were rarely seen, the light was extremely dim, making the firelight spilling from the temple hall especially conspicuous.
City God Temple.
Wang Chen looked up and saw the plaque hanging above the hall entrance, recognizing the three characters written in True Seal Script.
The two doors of the City God Temple had been fashioned from some unknown material. Though they had weathered thousands of years, they had neither rotted nor been damaged. One of them stood half-open.
From thirty meters away, Wang Chen struck out with his palm.
Bang!
With a muffled boom, the other door burst open inward.
The scene inside the main hall instantly entered Wang Chen's view.
The City God Temple was utterly empty. Four thick stone pillars supported the lofty dome, and directly opposite the entrance stood an enormous divine statue.
The statue stood over seven zhang tall, broad and heavily muscled, clad in armor and gripping a massive iron mace. With leonine eyes, a broad nose, and a commanding expression, it looked immensely formidable.
Though those who had worshipped it had long since vanished, it still guarded this city!
Wang Chen