647. The Roast Lamb

When Lu Ban came to his senses, he found himself in a decaying world.

There was a dim, yellow sunset, an endless sky, colossal ruins filled with wondrous aesthetics, and a desolate land.

Lu Ban saw that one of the ruins formed a gigantic arc. It towered higher than any mountain he had ever seen on Earth, spanning the high heavens like the embodiment of some absolute order and law.

Unfortunately, half of the arc had already broken away. Even the severed section had vanished without a trace, and no one could see where it had fallen.

What kind of civilization could create such a majestic structure, and what kind of power could destroy it?

Lu Ban did not know.

This desolate land was somewhat different from the wasteland's endless yellow sands.

If the wasteland was a desert, a Gobi, scorching sunlight, and dry winds, then this place was the physical manifestation of the concept of the apocalypse.

Flowers could still bloom in a desert, and oases could still appear. But here, no new life would ever be born again.

Unlike the City of Dusk, this world had no new civilization or new race to replace what came before. There was only silence, with not a trace of hope to be found.

Those grand structures were like tombstones of civilization, ancient beyond measure.

After passing the buildings, Lu Ban saw a shattered moon. It should have been one of this planet's original satellites, but it had already cracked apart. Farther away, there were two more similar satellites. Those enormous celestial bodies hung abruptly motionless in the sky, creating a terrifying pressure like that of colossal objects.

Lu Ban withdrew his gaze and checked his surroundings.

He was sitting on a stone. It looked as if it had once been part