Chen Chuan could tell that Walqi was eagerly anticipating his next move.
But he felt things were not that simple.
This Central City, named after the fortress, was under the scrutiny of many eyes. Although the nations of the Eastern and Western Continents had reached a lasting compromise, that did not mean they were all living in harmony.
Both sides wanted to find faults in the other so they could justifiably seize control of Central City. And besides the ruling class, other sects existed here as well. Under such circumstances, could both sides really ignore such a major security lapse?
He did not believe the Vibo Sect possessed that much influence.
So he smiled, showed no intention of entering, and simply turned around and left.
Walqi found his reaction exceedingly strange. But after his eyes darted around, his interest only grew. He spread his wings and followed after him.
Several minutes later, Chen Chuan appeared at the southeastern edge of Festing Central City. There was a massive cliff here, with a rocky beach and surging seawater below, while the ruins of an early Yono temple stood above.
Roughly two kilometers offshore stood a tall white stone pillar, nearly level with the top of Central City.
The Pillar of Maltes.
The longest pillar in the world, it extended from the seabed all the way into the sky. All kinds of strange, unrecognizable spiral patterns were carved into its surface, mysterious and bizarre.
It had been here even before historical records of the human world began. It also bore faint reactions from a Ritual Field Domain, which reminded him of the stone pillars outside V Asia City.
Through observation, he had discovered that the places where Fusion Matter was bred all followed a pattern.
There was always some geographical wonder in the