City of Ruin

Chen Xuan reached over the railing and caught the falling snow in his hand.

He had noticed that despite the heavy snowfall, there was no trace of accumulated snow on the rooftops or the ground. The temperature outside was somewhat low, but not cold enough to make him shiver. He was still wearing only a single layer of clothing, after all. If this were the depths of winter, he should have felt it the moment he stepped outside.

The snowflakes in his hand were strange. They were neither crystalline nor translucent, and they did not immediately melt into water.

Chen Xuan blew on them and discovered that they scattered like dust.

Dust... a yellow-green sky...

Holy shit!

No way. Could this stuff be radioactive fallout?

Chen Xuan shuddered and hurriedly shook the remaining ash off his hand.

Then this abandoned city before me... is a post-apocalyptic wasteland left by nuclear war?!

The Heavenly Cloud Skill can protect me from a vacuum, but can it protect me from radiation?

He darted back inside, shut the heavy iron door, and tightened the airtight valve.

Just then, Chen Xuan heard faint tapping behind him... as though something were crawling along the steel panels.

Well, well. You weren't moving before, but now you are. Trying to ambush me?

Too bad I already knew you were there!

He whipped around, and goosebumps instantly rose across his back. That was no cultivator—it was clearly a Human Centipede!

A centipede-like monster crawled down from the ceiling and descended beside the Altar. Every segment of its body incorporated human limbs, either hands or feet, as though it had swallowed those people into itself. Yet it could use those very limbs to move nimbly between the walls and floor.

Its head was even more horrifying. A gaping, bloody maw