The steam train roared past, airships drifted through skies shrouded in gray clouds, gears turned, and colossal steel mechanical monstrosities walked through the city—yet none of it drew much attention from the people.
Smoke and dust filled the air, the pervasive haze entering their nostrils and causing severe discomfort.
This was the eighth floor of the Floating Pyramid, the City of Mist and Magic, made up of steam and gears, machinery and steel.
Everything here had been built on an enormous scale. Perhaps that was one of its defining characteristics.
What this floor studied was not pure Soul Tool Technology, but a fusion of old-fashioned steampunk and magic.
Compared with the sixth floor, the seventh floor had considerably more residents. However, as far as they knew, most people did not actually like the living conditions on the seventh floor and preferred to live on the eighth floor. As a result, the eighth floor had far more people than this place.
Liu Xiaoxiao and the others wandered through the city. On one hand, they wanted to understand this floor's characteristics and prepare for the battles ahead; on the other, they were genuinely curious about this place.
They boarded a steam train, and only after quite some time did they reach the center of the city: the Clock Tower.
This building stood a hundred meters tall, with numerous clocks mounted upon it. They were all mechanical clocks, ticking away steadily.
However, those clocks were shrouded in smoke. Had their eyesight not been so sharp, they would not have been able to make out where the hands pointed.
The group arrived before the Clock Tower's entrance. The doors were tightly shut, and there were no guards.
Li You immediately cast his dice. With five facing upward, space twisted, and the group passed directly