Central Province, heartland.
Li Su stood atop the clouds, suppressing his aura within the space around him.
Lowering his head, he looked below.
There stood two cities, one large and one small, only a few miles apart. Both were exceedingly prosperous, packed with countless buildings.
The smaller one should be the central capital of the Human Emperor Dynasty!
It was clear that great care had gone into its construction. It covered more than a hundred thousand mu, divided into inner and outer cities, with thoroughfares crisscrossing the center in every direction for utmost convenience. There were even massive waterworks that diverted rivers from beyond the city into every corner of it.
It should have been a tribal era, but due to the involvement of myth, it was nothing like a city-state. Instead, it possessed the layout of a centralized imperial dynasty.
Compared to the Human Emperor Dynasty's central capital, however, the city on the other side was downright outrageous.
Honestly, at first glance, it was hard to tell which was ancient and which was modern.
Never mind the city's sheer size—the buildings within were even more unimaginable. High-rises stood everywhere, while the palace complex at the heart of the imperial capital was more astonishing still: each structure was dozens of zhang wide and over a hundred zhang tall.
One zhang was 3.333 meters.
A hundred zhang meant more than 333 meters.
When Li Su had transmigrated, the tallest building on Earth had only been around five hundred meters. Though that was another two hundred meters taller, this place was ancient—and it was the era of the shamans and demons.
Fortunately, although the buildings soared into the clouds, they were not made of reinforced concrete. Wood remained the primary material, so their style had not drifted toward modernity. They still retained