There was no wind.
The whole world reeked of decay, as if it had been cut off from the rest of existence for endless ages.
Utter silence.
Gu Qingshan stood at the edge of the broken stairs, studying them for several breaths. In the end, he decided to go down and investigate in person.
He drifted silently into the ruins and looked around.
It was a city.
—At least, before its destruction, it had been worthy of being called a mighty city.
Towering buildings stood row upon row, and the streets were broad and open. Steel flying shuttles lay scattered haphazardly across the roads, blanketed in thick dust.
Everything here proved that this had once been a world on the Technology Side.
Gu Qingshan sent out his divine sense, sweeping across hundreds of thousands of miles. He discovered dozens of mighty cities like this across the land.
"Strange... Could the Void Tomb be some kind of technological construct?"
He muttered to himself, then suddenly vanished.
The next instant,
Gu Qingshan appeared in the city's central core.
The wide plaza was strewn with human skeletons.
They lay in neat rows, as though they had gathered here before death in obedience to some kind of discipline and command.
Across the plaza stood seven or eight aircraft, equipped with all manner of weapons. At a glance, they seemed to have been tasked with guarding and protecting the area.
Unfortunately, they were all warped, broken, and cracked—clearly damaged by some unforeseen disaster.
Among the aircraft, an enormous flying shuttle lay sprawled across the ground.
Gu Qingshan could tell at once how important this shuttle had been.
He landed on it and studied it for several breaths before crouching down and wiping the thick dust from the windshield.
Inside the cockpit, two skeletons lay on