"Those archaeologists, the ones they hate most are people like you."
He raised an eyebrow and said, "I still remember Old Scholar Zhou, before his death, specifically telling his descendants to write one sentence at the gate of his cemetery: 'No catastrophes or dogs allowed.'"
Huai Yin glared, "What nonsense! It's not like I did it on purpose. When it all kicks off, who has time to worry about that stuff anymore? Back when we weren't as strong, dealing with those Primordials meant being extremely cautious. Otherwise, one slip and they'd snap your neck like a twig. The only reason they get to live and do research is because we're bleeding out on the frontlines!"
A convoy roared past the wilderness, carrying bronze coffins.
And countless sealed Quartz Cabins.
Occasionally, trade caravans entered the city, clearly here for deals.
Every Ancient God Realm is an independent world.
It is also a transcendent world.
There is life here, as well as commerce.
