After a dizzying whirl, Zhao Sheng opened his eyes to see a broken and old street, only about three hundred zhang long, looking very familiar.
It was exactly the place he had entered last time.
Looking around, he saw a gray mountain hundreds of miles away piercing the clouds, its summit perpetually shrouded in fog,
ruins stretching on for hundreds of miles, with three white ruined palaces standing among them. But most unforgettable was the colossal skeleton of a giant beast lying in the ruins.
Zhao Sheng retracted his gaze, scanning his surroundings.
At the moment, there were less than twenty people on the street, with only seven or eight stalls selling treasures scattered along both sides of the avenue, appearing very sparse and lifeless.
However, one stall was an exception, almost everyone passed by it intentionally or unintentionally, unwilling to leave. This directly left the other stalls without business.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng was curious and walked over.
