On the streets of Bright City in the Sun Moon Empire.
Dressed in white robes, Yan Jingzhe walked along, sighing with emotion.
Bright City was unlike any city on the Douluo Continent.
Shrek City possessed the ancient, weighty bearing of a traditional academy; Star Luo City carried the majestic grandeur of an imperial capital; Heaven Soul City exuded the refined elegance of an aristocratic garden.
Bright City, however, was completely different from the heavy stone walls of other empires. It had no city walls. Tall buildings filled the entire city, most of them over five stories high, with countless massive structures reaching more than ten floors—a style of architecture unseen in the other three nations. Soul Guidance Lamps covered the city, keeping it brightly lit even in the dead of night. Civilian flying Soul Guidance Devices could be seen everywhere in the sky, and ordinary people could fly at low altitudes with a Milk Bottle and a low-level flying Soul Guidance Device.
Seeing this, Yan Jingzhe knew that without the overpowered Huo Yuhao and the deus ex machina of the original story, the Sun Moon Empire would inevitably unify the Douluo world. The Sun Moon Federation ten thousand years later was proof enough.
From Yan Jingzhe's perspective—
the people of the three Douluo nations were like ancient people capable of flying through the skies and burrowing through the earth. Uh... ancient people with backward ideas.
The Sun Moon Empire, meanwhile, was like modern people armed with all kinds of weapons. If it were not still an imperial system, he would have thought that a modern society where everyone was equal had appeared.
Entering the Sun Moon Grand Hotel, Yan Jingzhe shook his head and stopped thinking about such useless matters. After all, now that he was here, if the Sun