Above the gray-white Fossil Jungle, waves of multicolored Spiritual Energy ripples rose higher and higher.
Within the ripples, shimmering light revealed an illusion like a mirage.
It was the silhouette of a colossal city.
Its skyline was utterly different from Dragon City, Crimson Gold City, Black Horn City, and Hundred Blades City in Turanze.
In the looming giant city, every building was slender and towering. Rather than shooting straight into the clouds, they curved into breathtaking arcs, naturally intersecting and entwining with one another like a primeval forest gleaming with silver light.
Meng Chao thought that if this giant city was roughly comparable in size to Dragon City, then judging by the proportions of the city and its buildings, their average height must have exceeded a thousand meters.
Then they certainly had not been built from Reinforced Concrete.
No Reinforced Concrete could be stacked more than a thousand meters high while still twisting and soaring like the wild brushstrokes of an artist in a drunken frenzy, recklessly displaying the extraordinary technology once possessed by Turan Civilization.
Such a city, such technology, such grandeur—it was like a Stormy Waves blotting out the sky, crashing savagely toward Meng Chao with an unreasonable and peerless force, leaving him dizzy and utterly shaken.
"This is Shambhala - City of Falling Stars, the oldest Turan city. It had stood for ten thousand years before our ancestors arrived upon this land, carrying them across the vast starry sea in search of a new home."
As though sensing Meng Chao's confusion, the Wolf King greedily admired the magnificent sight of City of Falling Stars while patiently explaining, "You must have heard that ancient legend, right? We Turan People were not natives of this land beneath our feet. We came from another... world.
"Our homeland was once ten