Bustling metropolis,
At this moment, night had already fallen, though people in the modern city knew no difference between night and day.
Bright lights kept the streets packed with a constant flow of people even at night.
On the food street, where the foot traffic was no less than during the day,
a young man with a crisp, crew-cut hairstyle walked aimlessly down the avenue.
Much like a country bumpkin entering the city, he found everything novel and everything interesting.
Holding a skewer in one hand and a paper tube filled with roasted meat in the other, he ate as he walked with a leisurely and contented expression on his face.
The shops on both sides of the road sold all sorts of wares.
From time to time, the young man would step inside to take a look, and if he spotted anything that piqued his interest, he would purchase it without hesitation.
He walked and bought all the way, yet he carried no large or small bags in his hands; instead, the items simply vanished the moment they entered his grasp.
This person was none other than Wang Ming, who had left the Journey to the West World.
After the tribulation ended, heavenly secrets were no longer chaotic, and remaining there carried far too high a risk factor.
At any moment, the saints and their like might track him down.
Therefore, Wang Ming decisively chose to leave.
Even if he did not leave, the Journey to the West World no longer held much use for him.
The resources there had already been carved up more or less, and the Grand Luo Golden Immortals had reached a point of saturation.
Merely to break through to a Grand Luo Golden Immortal,
one required the arrival of a world tribulation, a reshuffling