The Sky-Probing City Hears the People's Roar, The Sincere Observer Receives the Ominous News and Finds an Opportunity

The thunderous roar abruptly cut off, and the fierce wind laden with sand and stones gradually receded like a tide.

The chill left by the rushing air still lingered on Daoist Lingxiao's face, while his gaze remained fixed on the direction in which the Iron Dragon Horse had fled.

The dust raised by that colossal iron body slowly dispersed in the wind. His gaze stretched all the way to the distant horizon where heaven met earth, yet that gigantic thing gleaming with cold light was like a tireless iron dragon, winding toward the vast end of the world without showing the slightest sign of stopping.

That was the limit of his sight, but by no means the end of the tracks.

Daoist Lingxiao raised a hand in a daze to straighten his wind-tossed robes, then stepped over the gravel beside the rails and continued toward where Wu'an City stood in his memories.

He had only been on the mountain for a little over a month. Never could he have imagined that in merely a few dozen days, the sights along the way would become so utterly unfamiliar.

Before long, a towering, magnificent city suddenly crashed into his field of vision.

Its gate tower was so lofty it seemed ready to pierce the clouds. Fresh mud still filled the gaps between the heavy bricks of its walls. Like an inverted golden mountain sprawled before him, it instantly occupied his entire mind.

He instinctively lifted his head, his mouth hanging slightly open as he forgot to close it, his stunned gaze glued to the majestic city.

The crumbling holes in Wu'an City's walls of old, the thin, withered hands of begging children at street corners...

Those scenes remained as vivid as though they had happened yesterday. How had everything changed into this