Yang Yong nodded.
In other words, this crisis had finally been resolved.
Although a few had slipped through the net...
But Yang Yong couldn't care less.
If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
Like that Buddhist Cultivator Society.
Organizations like theirs had existed since before the apocalypse.
If they didn't want everyone to die out, they would have to deal with that blood-colored Eerie.
Him?
He was just a deputy city lord.
Staying alive was enough.
Yang Yong leaned back in his seat.
His back was already drenched.
Cold sweat ran down his spine, sticking his clothes to his skin, cold and clammy.
He closed his eyes.
He began carefully recalling the feeling he had experienced while assembling the Great Chaos Warship.
That indescribable feeling.
Every node connecting the magic arrays.
The order in which each rune lit up.
The paths along which energy flowed inside the warship.
These were all invaluable experiences.
No one was there to guide him.
He could only pay closer attention himself.
One wrong step might leave him beyond all hope of recovery.
Better to be careful.
But just then...
Someone simply had to come and interrupt him.
It was Grand Elder Liu Yijun.
"Deputy City Lord, where do we go next?"
There was a trace of bewilderment in the old man's voice.
The corner of Yang Yong's mouth twitched.
How would I know?
How about staying here for now?
But he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he asked:
"Grand Elder, what did Mechanical City do after the City Lord disappeared under that curse?"
The Grand Elder fell silent for a moment, as though sorting through his memories.
"At the time, I followed the established rules, absorbing lightning energy to keep Mechanical City running while extensively gathering reserve curios for the