After Cheng Yu put down the Blank Script, he turned his attention to the "Monitor." On-screen, Shui Feifei was making her way toward the Dynasty's capital.
In the previous battle, Shui Feifei had slaughtered almost every powerful fighter in this world. Never mind sixth-tier fighters-even fifth-tier fighters were now pitifully scarce in this sandbox world.
Along the way, Shui Feifei easily passed through the three checkpoints outside the capital, because not a single person remained at any of them.
The reason was best explained by the Seventh Prince, the Third Prince, and the others, who now slept forever on the battlefield where they had ambushed Shui Feifei.
Just as those players had said, this sandbox world was now an amusement park to Shui Feifei-one with no one in it.
When Shui Feifei entered the capital, she saw the avenue leading to the Imperial Palace. Unlike the bustling street it had once been, it was now utterly silent.
The gates of the Imperial Palace had been left carelessly open. Scattered footprints, belongings, and clothing seemed to tell the story of what had happened.
Perhaps unrest had broken out in the Royal Capital when news arrived that the Third Prince's army had been wiped out. Perhaps the terrified citizens had fled when the Creator God and the God of Destruction descended. Or perhaps they had been erased by the aura of His Eminence the God of Destruction upon his arrival.
None of that mattered anymore. This sandbox world was now completely silent, without a single living creature stirring. But Shui Feifei had also undergone her rebirth. She was no longer afraid or lost.
She now had a goal, or a conviction, and someone with conviction had nothing to fear.
After entering the Imperial Palace, Shui Feifei spotted a furtive figure sneaking around,