After an hour and a half of flight, Holy Temple City finally came into everyone's view.
It was nestled in a valley and surrounded by mountains.
The mountain range here was different from those Ma Lu had seen on the road; they were bare, without a single plant, the red rocks starkly exposed, desolate yet filled with dignity.
In the center of the valley lay a clean and orderly city. Ma Lu didn't know whether the original designer of Holy Temple City was obsessive, but he had never seen such a symmetrical city.
In the very heart of the area stood a white tower hundreds of meters tall. From the base of the tower, 12 main roads extended straight outwards, like the face of a clock.
Apart from these 12 roads, there were also 9 ring roads, equally spaced and encircling the tower, dividing the entire city into 108 blocks, with overhead tracks set up above the ring roads where suspended trains would occasionally pass by.
