Su Ming'an heard the overwhelming sound of machines.
The ground beneath his feet began to repair itself, all the cannon muzzles started to turn, and the machinery of this city became noisy, as if welcoming its long-lost owner.
…
[You have awakened the Mechanical City.]
[Welcome back, Old God.]
…
The deity paused, and even upon seeing Su Wensheng's death, the deity did not express any sense of retention or sorrow.
Su Ming'an ran forward, reaching out towards Alice.
At this moment, it was as if many scenes flashed through his mind; he saw many blurry images, and his perspective began to shift—
…
I felt as if I were standing in a room, writing down a long-term plan. The ticking of the clock by my ear sounded like a fixed heartbeat.
I wrote stroke by stroke, pouring the blood and sweat of millions into the strokes, writing the destiny of an entire world in ink. With the final stroke, I blew on the paper and suddenly felt very quiet.
A long-lost silence.
