690: Two Thousand Years of Human History

The fields stretched like a golden brocade, waves of wheat rolling in the wind as dragonflies darted among the stalks.

Cicadas chirred in waves, carrying the scent of earth and wheat as it drifted slowly from afar.

Chen Yan walked along the edge of the fields, with more than a dozen figures following behind him.

One of them was the man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Chen Yan had never expected to see such an ordinary scene here.

As far as the eye could see, rows of earthen houses stood at the far end of the fields. Beyond them, high-rises stood shoulder to shoulder, their glass facades reflecting dazzling light.

This world was home to a vast human population.

Chen Yan was surprised, but not astonished.

Ancient God Beasts needed food.

Especially powerful Ancient God Beasts like the Dream Eater.

The other party had slept for an unknowable length of time, but sleep did not mean it no longer needed nourishment.

Therefore, organizing a vast human population in the world under its control was extremely important.

Chen Yan felt ice-cold inside.

After a while, several villagers arrived, pulling a cart. Corpses were piled atop it, and blood trickled through the gaps, leaving a long, bloody trail along the dirt road.

The villagers, their eyes numb, threw the corpses from the cart into a pit already dug in the field, then filled it in with the same numb expressions.

Their faces were covered in black spots, which clung to them like maggots gnawing at their bones, constantly devouring their lives.

They wore blank expressions as they buried the bodies, but every movement made the black spots on their bodies bring them unimaginable pain, forcing them to howl again and again.

The dozen or so people beside and behind Chen Yan watched in silence,