After passing the stretch with the battlefield images and venturing deeper into the moon, everything around him was pitch-black. He could not see his hand before his face.
Only the wings behind Jiang Yang scattered flecks of starlight, illuminating a patch of space ahead.
As Jiang Yang flew, he grumbled inwardly.
This place is like the depths of space. What was the point of building such a huge Starry Sky Fortress with nothing inside?
After flying tens of thousands of li, he finally saw a pearly white glimmer ahead.
A flicker of excitement stirred in Jiang Yang's heart, and he hurriedly flew toward it.
But when he drew near and saw what lay before him, his heart surged violently.
It was actually that very Sky City where he had once stayed!
Yet the once-bustling Sky City was now utterly deserted.
A faint membrane of light enveloped the city.
But the defensive shield that had once withstood the Devil legions' weapons of mass destruction now seemed as though a single touch could shatter it.
Sky City floated alone in the fathomless darkness, like a glimmer in the dark, bright and quiet.
Jiang Yang stood motionless in the air for a while, dazed, then suddenly shook his head hard and flew into Sky City.
He did not immediately visit the former strongholds of the various Angel legions. Instead, he flew to the city center and arrived before a familiar little villa.
This was where he had lived for a long time at the end of the Fourth Epoch.
He pushed the door open to go out, but the door had not rotted with time and crumbled into ash at his touch.
The power of time seemed to have little effect within Sky City.
As Jiang Yang flew over, most of the buildings,