Upon arriving in Duanmu City, Xiao Chen truly understood his ignorance. The Great Wasteland was boundless, and the Gu Yuan Tribe was nothing more than a tiny speck in this vast desolation, akin to a floating duckweed in the ocean.
The majestic city exuded a sense of long-gone years. The mottled city walls had seen the end of gunpowder warfare, but the scars of past swords, guns, and spears couldn't be concealed. Darkened blood stains made the city look even more formidable.
In front of the city gates, there was a constant flurry of activity. Adventurers from various paths crowded in succession, and numerous strange creatures from the primordial era emerged one after another. Some monsters, which were rarely seen even in the Great Wasteland, entered and left Duanmu City. Through Xiao Chen's observation, the humans of Duanmu City also mostly possessed extraordinary cultivation. In the crowd he saw, almost no one had a momentum lower than the Large Perfection Realm of Bone-Tempering.
