Above him stretched countless rotating gears... Yet a sense of cold desolation lingered in his heart.
Zhao Huai'an seemed to have glimpsed another possibility for civilization.
"How magnificent... the Chiwang Tomb..."
Then he lowered his head.
Through the gaps between the gears, he saw a charred figure that looked like a lump of mud hanging from the teeth of one gear... As the gears turned, the figure seemed about to be crushed between their interlocking teeth.
Zhao Huai'an reached out, and a giant hand formed from spirit power instantly seized the figure and pulled it up. He checked the man's breath, then rummaged through his clothes, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into the injured man's mouth.
The injured man... was Sikong Zhaiyue.
"I... I'm not dead yet..."
The little old man's eyes opened slightly, and his breathing seemed to have steadied considerably.
Zhao Huai'an said expressionlessly, "The medicine has triggered a final burst of vitality, but there isn't much time left. If you have anything to say, Senior, say it quickly."
Sikong Zhaiyue's complexion gradually flushed with color, as if he could no longer feel the pain. His eyes slowly brightened. "Where is this?"
"The place that appeared after Crimson City shattered." Zhao Huai'an shrugged. "I don't know exactly where it is either."
Sikong Zhaiyue lowered his head and fell silent for a long while. "Have you seen Sikong Ju?"
Zhao Huai'an immediately shook his head.
Sikong Zhaiyue covered his chest and took several deep breaths... He could feel something slipping away. He sighed, glanced at Zhao Huai'an, and silently took something from his chest. "I can tell you a secret about the Red King... but you have to do something for me. Give this to A-Ju... if, if A-Ju is still alive."