Published: February 7, 2025
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Even though Ye Zhongming had seen many super cities in his homeland on Earth and many spectacular architectural remnants of history, he was still deeply shocked by the grandeur of the Posthumous Child King City at first sight.
Ye Zhongming found it hard to imagine how much manpower and time was needed to build such a mountain city in such a backward society.
It was too big!
The largest gathering place for posthumous children he had seen before was the camp of the Fanban Tribe, which had already amazed Ye Zhongming, but compared to the Posthumous Child King City, it was really nothing.
Ye Zhongming arrived here using a transportation tool called the Silken True Demon Beast Cart, which was somewhat similar to a horse-drawn carriage, but it was clear that the Silken True Demon Beasts were much sturdier than horses on Earth. Not only were they faster, but they also had better stamina. With four Silken True Demon Beasts pulling him and a team of guards riding alongside, what would have taken three days of falling sand only took one day.
The royal attendant who accompanied Ye Zhongming explained this with pride. These domesticated demon beasts had enough stamina to run at full speed for a quarter of a day of falling sand. If they maintained a speed of sixty to seventy percent, they could easily run for two consecutive days of falling sand.
This immediately piqued Ye Zhongming's interest in these grade 3 demon beasts. If he could bring them to Earth, they would certainly be stronger than his unhatched Cloud Hoof beasts.
Of course, Ye Zhongming also noticed some pride in the royal attendant's expression about his own recognized status and a hint of disdain for Ye Zhongming's current identity...
Wanderers were indeed usually very powerful, but from another angle, they were also considered "outcasts."
They were either rejected by their original tribes, had eccentric personalities that made it impossible to live with their kin, or had committed some fault, resulting in exile or fleeing on their own. This was the origin of the Wanderers.
Exiles were the predecessors of Wanderers.
Later on, some posthumous children chose to leave their tribes for self-cultivation, honing themselves in the wilderness to break through their bottlenecks and reach a higher realm. These individuals would be kind to others, helping the posthumous children they encountered. Coupled with their own strong capabilities, they were respected. Over time, the derogatory term "exile" was abandoned in favor of the more neutral name "Wanderer."
However, in the hearts of many posthumous children, Wanderers were still exiles, people not accepted by their tribes.
Especially since Ye Zhongming's hair was somewhat long, but compared to the posthumous children, it was still shockingly short. Such an appearance might seem dissonant to the royal attendant, causing a sense of rejection.
But Ye Zhongming didn't care; all he cared about was whether he could leave this place, avoiding the dim hope of the Temple of Dawn or the deadly Curse Abyss.
And then there were the magic crystals.
Right now, his space contained a wealth that could drive survivors on Earth crazy.
Sixty thousand grade 3 magic crystals! Forty thousand grade 4 magic crystals! Twenty thousand fifth-level magic crystals! One thousand sixth-level magic crystals! Two hundred seventh-grade magic crystals! Four eighth-grade magic crystals!
As for the first-level magic crystals, Ye Zhongming didn't want them at all; he treated the second-level magic crystals as consumables to recover mental strength, so he didn't keep any. This level of magic crystal might not be endless in the posthumous children's tribes, but at least Ye Zhongming could consume as much as he needed.
With so many magic crystals, his space couldn't hold them all, so the sixty thousand grade 3 magic crystals were packed into two large animal skin bags, placed by Ye Zhongming's feet.
Passing through the tall city gates, Ye Zhongming's attention was drawn to the countless "lights" above the royal city. Today, there were still flying white birds circling in the sky, with some posthumous children standing on the bodies of these large flying demon beasts, pouring unknown oils into the lamps to make some dim lights shine again.