"Are they different from the architectural styles of ancient times?" Lu Yang let out a laugh, as if he'd just heard something very interesting.
"W-weren't they?" Mu Baiyi asked. Hearing Lu Yang laugh made him uneasy. After all, Lu Yang was a genuine prodigy from ancient times and the foremost authority on its architectural styles.
"Let's talk as we walk." Lu Yang gestured for Mu Baiyi to lead the way.
"This way."
Mu Baiyi made an inviting gesture and led them to a riverbank.
The mist over the river grew thicker. A wooden boat was moored at the shore, and Deputy Cult Master Shi Huagu untied the rope to ferry them across.
"This place is called the River of Forgetfulness. It was also built according to the manuscripts Qin Haoran left behind. The river encircles Fengdu. To enter the city, you have to cross it with a ferryman."
"This river can detect whether passengers are carrying anything dangerous. Of course, there's no need to inspect any of you." Mu Baiyi added that last part to keep Lu Yang and the others from feeling insulted.
Large, ghostly green lanterns floated on the river, the same color as the will-o'-the-wisps hovering above them and lighting their way.
"Now this has the right feel," Meng Jingzhou remarked casually, as if he knew all about these things.
"Junior Cult Master Lu, where exactly did Fengdu's architectural style come from?"
Lu Yang didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked another question. "Cult Master Mu, when do you think the ancient era ended?"
"Of course, it ended after the ancient immortals transformed the stars into a continent. Then the Central Heaven Emperor and the others founded the Great Qian Dynasty upon the ruins."
Lu Yang shook his head. "Wrong. A hundred thousand years passed between the stars