Meng Chao drew in a sharp breath.
Although the Superhuman Tower stood atop the Ancient Ruins.
The true Ancient Ruins were not located within the physical space beneath the Superhuman Tower.
Like Turanze's Sacred Mountain, they lay within an unpredictable, unfathomable Another Dimension.
During the large-scale construction of Dragon City's underground rail transit system, tunnel-boring machines had repeatedly broken through the subterranean space beneath the Superhuman Tower from the sides and below, yet they had never excavated the Ancient Ruins.
Only by passing through a fissure at the base of the Superhuman Tower—a fissure that had already existed when Dragon City crossed over and the world was turned upside down—could one enter the intricate, bottomless Ancient Ruins.
And deep within that dim, profound, twisting, and mysterious fissure, countless even deeper, more tortuous, darker, and more dangerous fissures lay concealed.
The inheritance, gifts, blessings, curses, weapons, viruses, wisdom, traps... everything left behind by the Primordial Civilization was hidden within those fissures.
Because the fissures were simply too numerous, too deep, and too densely packed, riddled with mechanisms and killing intent at every step, with Primordial Viruses and mutants corroded by the viruses everywhere, even the laws of physics could become distorted within the bubble-like underground spaces at the ends of many fissures.
Exploring a new fissure often came at the cost of hundreds of explorers being killed or wounded to the last.
Thus, even after half a century of exploration, the "safe zones" Dragon City's people had clearly mapped and fully mastered still accounted for less than thirty percent of the Ancient Ruins' total area.
The Primordial inheritance excavated from that thirty percent of safe zones alone was enough to support Dragon City Civilization's technological advancement at breakneck speed for decades, even centuries to come.
Since Dragon City Civilization could not