Strongest Conference

The world inside the high walls was not as cold as the one outside.

The obsolete first-generation low-grade drones had little lanterns hanging beneath them. They wobbled through the walls of the S3 Living Zone, scattering warm Mental Radiance.

The Transcendent beings who had survived the disaster huddled away in the world behind the walls.

Over the past three years, they had largely given up on the idea of leaving the Living Zone to seek help. There were simply too many beasts lurking in the dense forests—and besides... who could they ask for help?

The Church? The Five Continents government? If calling for help had been useful, Sang Continent Grotto would not have become what it was today.

They knew they had been abandoned.

After the Mental Affinity Transcendent sent out the notice, reinforcements soon arrived... But the misunderstanding had already been cleared up. Once the high-wall patrols completed a shift change, Patil led Gu Shen and the others toward the new Living Zone.

Though this place was crude and dilapidated, it had everything it needed.

Housing, training grounds, equipment repair stations.

"Mr. Zhuang led us in building all of this." Patil's voice was hoarse. "The survivors established a new home here and piled up these high walls... Not long after that, he passed away."

Gu Shen's expression was complicated.

Deep Sea had launched a purge against the Ancient Text Society. If they had to choose a suitable hiding place...

Then Sang Continent Grotto was indeed a fitting choice.

It was far from the mainland and close to the edge of the world. The Church of Storms allowed every religious faction to compete for followers here, creating chaos. Amid that chaos, members of the Ancient Text Society could obtain the peace they sought.

"Mr. Zhuang was probably one of Southern