Half-collapsed houses, broken rooftops, ruins everywhere.
Wild grass swallowed the roads, mud pits lay scattered haphazardly, and all was silent save for a few crows flying past.
"Th-this is heaven? Where's the Lingxiao Palace we were promised? Where are the immortals and their paradise?"
Little Illusion leaped three hundred meters into the air from the ground.
She was not angry. She just wanted to see whether there was a better view in the distance.
Yet the scenery in the distance had not changed at all.
It was still ruins everywhere. Every now and then, one or two unrecognizable animals could be seen coming and going from collapsed houses, which had apparently become their nests.
Several enormous rusted warheads could be vaguely seen, each painted with an atomic symbol.
There were also some fields, where several wrinkled, misshapen people toiled away. The land was barren, and the crops growing there were weak and sparse.
"This is awful. It's way poorer than down below!" Little Illusion said with a disappointed look.
"Just as I thought."
Wenren Sheng wore an expression of understanding.
This was clearly a post-Nuclear Explosion wasteland. No wonder that voice had said they would not be able to go back down after coming up.
If they did return, the people on the ground would surely be deeply disappointed.
So this was what the so-called paradise and heavenly kingdom were like? All at once, he understood something else: why had the people in the sky used Go to restrain the inventions and social progress of those below?
Why had those below remained in Feudal Society for thousands of years, never making many improvements? They were likely not merely worried about some technological explosion or an uprising from the underground people. More than that, they did not want the world below