The Phoenix Spirit Realm gave Ye Zhen the overall impression of being sparsely populated and incomparably desolate.
Countless ruined walls and crumbling remains had already been buried beneath grass and trees. If Ye Zhen had not observed so meticulously, he would not even have noticed them.
Ye Zhen and his group flew atop the mounts brought by Jiang Yuntu and the others.
The Phoenix Spirit Race had many avian mounts, and none of them flew slowly.
Thus, they still covered a considerable distance each day.
Yet during their nearly fifteen-day journey, the longest stretch had been five consecutive days without seeing a single soul.
The Phoenix Spirit Realm was far too desolate and sparsely populated.
As they flew along, the few cities they saw were actually smaller than the towns and villages of Great Zhou.
The entire world exuded an air of decline, utterly unlike the vigorous vitality of the Primordial Continent.
This heavy, dying aura was especially clear to Ye Zhen's senses.
All at once, Ye Zhen had a guess. He had already vaguely figured out what the Phoenix Spirit Race intended to do with these Spirit Children and Spirit Maidens.
Very soon, Ye Zhen's guess was confirmed.
After being escorted by Zhou Yuntu and his subordinates for fifteen days, the one thousand and three Spirit Children and Spirit Maidens, along with four thousand young slaves, arrived at a small city called Golden Wutong.
Yes, in Ye Zhen's eyes, it was a very small city, not even comparable in scale to a county town in North Sea Commandery today.
Yet in the mouths of those Phoenix Spirit warriors, it was the immensely prosperous Golden Wutong City!
The moment they entered the city, the Spirit Children, Spirit Maidens, and four thousand male and female slaves were sent to the market.