Although Hao Ren felt that this regression would be easier and more pleasant than the previous few, he knew perfectly well that in this twisted and displaced spacetime, there was no such thing as a truly easy or pleasant journey.
There would always be all kinds of troubles waiting for them, whether expected or unexpected.
In the jungles of the Amazon, they had immediately run into Vivian wandering around the dense forest. Before they could even say a word, Vivian had entered the berserk state preceding her slumber right in front of them, nearly wiping out the entire party.
On the vast Mongolian grasslands, Vivian's tomb had been right before their eyes, yet more than a hundred Demon Hunters and even more Werewolf remnants had suddenly appeared from nowhere. After being inexplicably dragged into a melee, Hao Ren had forcibly awakened Vivian while driving his shield through a barrage of attacks, nearly losing half his life.
And now, in this ancient Rome basking in the last glimmer of the Mythical Era, heaven knew what might be waiting for them.
After changing into clothes appropriate for the period, Hao Ren and the others walked through ancient Rome more than two thousand years ago, wandering around while gathering information.
This ancient city of great renown had given Hao Ren a pleasant surprise. Compared with the primitive settlements of the Americas and the rotten, dark Europe of the Middle Ages, Rome's orderliness and grandeur were like a miracle that had appeared in antiquity. From a purely municipal perspective, it was even more attractive and livable than European cities more than a thousand years later. At least here, one could not smell that rotten stench permeating the very bones of the city. The tall buildings lining the roads, the exquisite stone carvings everywhere, and