During these several hundred thousand years, though their physical bodies had died, they had still maintained their consciousness, hoping that one day they could see the city rejuvenate and witness their era flourishing once again.
However, when their consciousness woke up again, vanishing frantically, they realized that this was no longer their era.
Their era was now far, far behind them.
All was changed, the lands rendered unrecognizable.
"Your era... your era, how wonderful it is," Golden Armor said, his tone filled with envy.
From the memories of Xu Heng and Wang Ye, he observed current scenes of life: happiness, no wars, people well-fed and drunk, and even the disabled and unemployed received some subsidies.
Golden Armor lowered his hand, intending to let his consciousness dissipate freely, allowing other consciousnesses within the city to be liberated as well, when he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked into the distance.
