Flying a thousand meters above the ground, the fierce wind lashed his face.
Above him stretched a sky full of stars; below, scattered lights flickered like stars on earth. For a moment, Zhang Yang actually forgot to feel smug.
Because he finally knew what Zhao Xianyu had done over the past two thousand years, and where his confidence came from.
Apart from the deliberately kindled forest fire, the lights within the several hundred li visible to him were as dense as a galaxy of stars.
What did this prove? It could only prove that the population was flourishing and resources were abundant. That was why Zhao Xianyu had the spare strength to invade other worlds, and why he still had no fear of anything happening to his homeland after leaving behind only a single Divine Descent.
A vast population was the most solid trump card of all.
And when the population grew, society stabilized, and civilization advanced, even if he brought back the revenge legion of the Earth-Walking Wood Demon, it would actually be of little use.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang quietly landed. Yet this was still a densely populated area. He could only make use of the darkness to hurry along, and on the way he encountered neither any large-scale military blockade nor any checkpoints or inspections.
He easily fled a thousand li in a single night.
But this truly left Zhang Yang close to despair.
Because the prosperity of Zhao Xianyu's human kingdom had far exceeded his imagination.
He could not determine where he had been the day before, but after ascending into the sky, he had not seen Storm City. Now he had traveled nearly fifteen hundred li westward, yet along the way there were still great expanses of farmland, quiet villages, prosperous towns, sturdy