Only after leaving the room did he see it.
Jiang Qiao's clone realized he was on a wasteland.
A true wasteland.
An endless expanse of rocky desert.
Aside from the cluster of buildings they stood in, there was nothing around them. Overhead, the sky was not only dark and empty, but so oppressive he could barely breathe.
Because the sky was low.
Very low.
It seemed only a few hundred meters high, almost within reach.
But an even stronger feeling lingered.
The terror that the sky might collapse at any moment, that the darkness might swallow everything on the ground.
Soon.
The Golden Armored Person led him to a pyramid.
Its design.
It looked a little like the pyramids built by the Aztecs in South America, roughly seventy meters tall, with six tiers and a stairway leading straight to the top.
A rugged temple stood at its summit.
There was no ornate exterior.
Nor any elaborate sculptures.
But the enormous stones and pillars were enough to convey a primitive, untamed beauty.
The Golden Armored Person did not stop.
He led Jiang Qiao's clone up the stairs.
They arrived in front of the temple.
Most of the space inside the temple was occupied by an enormous statue of a deity sitting cross-legged, with only a throne beneath it.
And once they arrived.
The Golden Armored Person actually gestured for Jiang Qiao's clone to sit on that throne!
"What the hell?"
"You're making me emperor?"
At some point, countless eerie figures had gathered below the pyramid. When they saw Jiang Qiao's clone, they actually fell to their knees and kowtowed repeatedly.
This left Jiang Qiao baffled again, with no idea what these things wanted.
Yes.
Things!
None of them, including the Golden Armored Person, had the slightest trace of a living person's