As far as the eye could see, everything was white.
White fortresses, white towers, grayish-white streets and houses. Even most of the pedestrians wore simple white clothes.
Under the sunlight, that City of Silver was especially breathtaking, like gleaming, radiant silver.
This was not mere construction. Sculptures and paintings with a Roman arena style adorned the place, while the houses followed the style of European villas. It would have seemed overly old-fashioned on Earth, but in this world, it was exceptionally distinctive.
"The City of Silver?"
This area had been given its name by outsiders.
Most ordinary gods in this world had extremely crude territories. Pens for raising "pets" and "cannon fodder" only needed to be usable. The cruder they were, the lower the cost, and the easier they were to mass-produce.
Very few, like Lu PingAn, gave foreign travelers the spiritual shock of such magnificent scenery. Only those powerful gods who were ancient enough to have, in any meaningful sense, long since moved beyond gladiatorial combat had the leisure to arrange their own territories.
And Lu PingAn's antique-style architecture was, aesthetically speaking, utterly superior to true medieval-style buildings. When the locals were struggling just to survive, who would care about the patterns on their roofs or the carvings on their beams?
Low houses were the mainstream. On one hand, they saved materials; on the other, with such poor production technology, houses forcibly pieced together like building blocks were sturdier and less likely to collapse.
Constructing tall buildings was, in fact, a technical skill.
And the technological accumulation on Lu PingAn's side, even in these "stunts," far surpassed that of the current era.
The City of Silver had ultimately taken shape with the help of Potion Masters, as local ores made it easiest to refine white dyes. Most building materials