The image of Layan Territory within the Void Realm was unexpectedly an ancient ruin, not the cultivated basin nestled among the mountains.
And the ruins were so ancient that they did not even date back to the era of the Mountain Folk's Dragon God worship.
They were far, far older.
Concrete ruins formed by the collapse of towering buildings hundreds of meters high lay like small mountains. Solemnly sculpted statues had tumbled to one side. The twinkling stars in the Void Realm's night sky cast patches of pale blue light upon the ruins.
When Ian sank into the Void Realm, this was the sight that greeted him—perhaps the remains of a city center from the Pre-Epoch Civilization. But not entirely so, because a little farther away lay vast, dense jungles. The flourishing forests of the Southern Ridge encircled these ancient ruins, while starlight and moonlight blurred the passage of ages.
That was how the Void Realm worked. It did not always change along with reality. If no intense emotions had been left behind in a place, many ancient things would not be overwritten, but endure forever.
Ian's body became the same silver-cyan sphere of light as before. As expected, if he wanted to move through the Void Realm in human form, he would need to reach the Third Energy Level.
Even the broken walls and crumbling ruins were so enormous that Ian began to suspect the area around the Bison Mountains had once been a massive metropolitan region—but thinking about it carefully, Harrison Port had an orbital launcher and a space elevator. There was no way there had not been a super-sized urban cluster nearby.
But the Calamity of Falling Skies had buried them all.
Ian had originally come to the Void Realm merely to cultivate his ability to adapt