The three characters Great Desolate City had been written in ancient script. It had once served as the common language of the Human Race, just like the script of the present-day Tianyuan Empire. But as history passed and dynasties rose and fell, it had vanished into the past. Now, it could only be found in ancient texts.
Bai Yang and Dan Qiulin walked side by side into Great Desolate City. Before them lay a desolate ruin, with crumbling walls and shattered buildings everywhere. Not a single plant grew, and the whole place seemed lifeless.
The moment they stepped through the gate, Bai Yang stopped. His expression turned uneasy as he asked Dan Qiulin, "Did you feel that?"
Dan Qiulin nodded slightly. "I did. The moment we stepped inside, it was as if an invisible, chilling wind had blown past, freezing us to the bone. Looks like this city is just as strange as the lake outside. We just don't know what's wrong with it yet."
Not a speck of dust stirred inside Great Desolate City, and not a leaf rustled, yet Bai Yang and Dan Qiulin both felt a cold wind brush past them. It was deeply unsettling.
"Better safe than sorry." Since he had no idea what was wrong with the city, that was all Bai Yang could say.
They continued deeper into the city. Everything was quiet—so quiet it was terrifying.
Glancing around, Bai Yang grimaced. "Old Dan, why do I feel like there are all these weird eyes watching us from the shadows? But when I focus, I can't sense a thing. It's giving me the creeps."
"I feel the same way. It's like when I used to walk through a graveyard as a kid. I can't shake the unease," Dan Qiulin replied calmly.
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