After their walk, the stunned pair slowly made their way home.
Along the way, neighbors occasionally passed by, but none of them recognized the three. Nor did they bear any resemblance to the neighbors from five thousand years ago.
"Everyone has already left..."
Lin Wanqiu let out a soft sigh.
She remembered so many things from the past: so many interesting neighbors, so many close girlfriends, so many good friends, so many annoying colleagues. Now, they had all been completely buried by time, never to be seen again.
They arrived downstairs at the residential complex.
"This shabby building still hasn't collapsed?"
"It's been five thousand years!"
Jiang Yuan grumbled, somewhat amazed.
In truth, not only had it not collapsed, it looked exactly the same as before. Every color, every shade—even a patch of peeled wall paint from thousands of years ago was still peeled off in precisely that spot, neither more nor less, identical to how it had originally been.
Time simply had no effect here.
Jiang Ding smiled without saying a word.
This was the undying power of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, and it had become even more terrifying after he advanced to Spirit Transformation.
It could be said with certainty that even if dozens of Deity Transformation Cultivators bombarded the Fulin Homeland complex with spells for an entire month, nothing here would change. Any collapse would recover in the blink of an eye. Not even a child's graffiti from thousands of years ago would alter; its lines and patterns would remain clear as ever.
The three went upstairs together. On the stairway, Lin Wanqiu even warmly greeted the neighbors, leaving them baffled. They could only maintain their manners and offer awkward smiles.
Creak~
The door to their home, sealed for nearly five thousand years, opened once