The Most Wonderful Time

Yan Nu brought Grandpa back to Divine Continent, and this planet had already taken on a completely new look.

After all, his hometown had been the first to step into the Era of Peace, which resulted in Shenzhou feeling full of unfamiliarity upon his return.

The tea mountain and dozens of miles around it were lined with green shade, filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Animals roamed free and leisurely, and the traces of human life could no longer be seen.

Meanwhile, the Langya Commandery city a hundred miles away still stood, and every building possessed an extraordinarily magnificent and grand atmosphere. Not only were the materials astonishing, but they also brimmed with a sense of technology and immortal charm, the two blending together in an utterly harmonious fashion.

These buildings more or less incorporated the artistic styles of the Galactic Civilization; some could still be recognized as architecture, while others were simply gigantic beast sculptures, or human figures dancing and brandishing swords.

Even more extraordinarily, some were simply small planets suspended above a mountain and rotating, as if a gigantic armillary sphere had been erected.

Bizarre sights of this sort, each with diverse styles and intensely personal colors, were everywhere.

This was the architectural style unique to contemporary Huaxia people, and all of this had formed in just a few months, already devoid of any trace of past colors.

"There aren't even streets, stairs, or corridors left in the entire city, huh?"

Yan Nu overlooked the city. Rather than a city, it was more like a collection of relatively harmoniously distributed 'wonders', separated from one another by natural landscapes.

Miaohan smiled. "Those things are no longer needed. After all, everyone can fly and teleport; with humanity's current means, people go wherever they want."

"Gradually,