Holding Xin Ling'er, Zhou Heng unfurled his terrifying field of vision and looked down over all of "Cixin City."
That field of vision was like an invisible, enormous eye snapping open. Every street, every building, and every corner of Cixin City lay exposed to his observation.
With a single glance, he found Xin Ling'er's home.
It was actually in a tiny village outside "Cixin City."
The village was small, with a few dozen buildings scattered about.
From the outside, this place still possessed the standard splendor and compassion found within the "Lord of Compassion's" Divine Kingdom. Compassion motifs adorned the outer walls of every building, every path was paved with pure white stone bricks, and a small Compassion Prayer Tower even stood at the village entrance.
But within the entire village permeated a false compassion called "poverty" and "suffering."
Xin Ling'er's home was built to the standard specifications of "Cixin City." Its outer walls shone with a splendor reminiscent of the "Compassion Temple," looking respectable and solemn from afar.
But when Zhou Heng pushed the door open and entered, the interior was an unfinished shell that was hard to look at.
The walls exposed rough stone foundations, the floor was unpolished rubble, and the only furniture was a rickety old wooden bed and a chair missing a leg.
The entire village perfectly embodied a fine exterior concealing a rotten interior.
This was the true state of existence for ordinary living beings in the "Compassion Realm." On the surface, they basked in the grace of the great Lord of Compassion, but in reality, they struggled even to meet their most basic needs for survival.
Those splendid outer walls and pure white stone bricks were nothing more than a magnificent outer garment glossing over the troubles. Beneath it lay nothing but deprivation