"Deep beneath the earth, there was an artificially created 'surface' of unimaginable scale?"
Meng Chao clicked his tongue in amazement.
He grew even more horrified by the technological prowess of the Ancient Turan People.
And a faint worry rose in his heart.
Even the Turan Civilization, so advanced and prosperous, had gradually degenerated and collapsed into its present state—almost reduced to eating raw flesh and drinking blood—because it had been far from its homeland and stranded in a foreign land.
Earth Civilization, with only a lone city transported to the Otherworld, might be able to withstand the sword of destruction summoned by the Holy Light Temple—but after a thousand autumns and ten thousand years, what would it become?
Would it be like today's Turan Civilization, where the weak were meat and the strong ate them, steeped in ignorance and savagery?
Or... something even worse?
Meng Chao forcibly suppressed the urge to let his thoughts run wild and examined the surrounding rock walls.
He discovered that the bottom of the Giant Cave where he stood was encircled by a ring of Black Mist that seemed capable of devouring all light and matter, making it impossible to see the boundaries around him.
Yet the rock wall of the Giant Cave, rising straight upward like a Missile Silo some twenty or thirty meters above his head, was perfectly clear.
That was because the Giant Cave's rock wall was covered in ring after ring of crisscrossing cracks.
The winding cracks had actually formed rings of magical runes.
Like the ancient runes discovered in Ancient Ruins, with histories stretching back hundreds of millions of years, these were clearly runes engraved upon a two-dimensional plane. Yet their flamboyant strokes, varying depths, and the mysterious power hidden between those strokes gave them a three-dimensional texture.
So long