"Woof, woof, woof!"
In the distant street corner, a yellow dog was barking furiously.
On the uneven, pothole-riddled street, a crowd of onlookers was gathering.
Several yamen runners swaggered their way through.
The sky was a little blue.
The sunlight was also somewhat bright, easily giving people the illusion of comfort, languor, and days stretching as long as years—like a yellowed ancient painting.
Zhang Yang did not know why he felt this way. Perhaps it was because, in his eyes, this entire county city, this still-vivid and throbbing scene, would soon become a living hell.
"Level 1 Cursed Land. Curse stack: 1 layer. Let's begin."
Zhang Yang spoke calmly as he selected "Confirm" in the Fate Village Building Order. He no longer had time to hesitate or wait, regardless of whether Li Cang and Turtle had gained their boss's approval.
The Sub-Fate Village Building Coordinate was actually a seed. It had an amber-colored shell, with a mass of twisted, multicolored threads inside.
The instant Zhang Yang tossed down the fate coordinate seed, time stagnated. The onlookers, the barking yellow dog, the swaggering yamen runners, the buzzing flies, and even the drifting clouds in the sky and the sunlight all froze in place.
That included Turtle and Li Cang, as well as this city—the ancient, mottled County City.
It had truly become a yellowed ancient painting. They were only a stone's throw from Zhang Yang, within arm's reach, yet they were also so far away—so far that even traversing time and space could not touch them.
This had never happened before. Zhang Yang was stunned, because he had also set down a Fate Village Building Order in the Liaozhai Age of Dharma Decline World, but nothing like this had happened.
However, he had no time to think about it now. He