One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Song Shuhang carried the small boy on his back and brought everyone to the ancient city as fast as he could.
On the whole, the city wall had a Chinese feel to it. However, the shape of the tall walls was rather odd, they assumed the shape of a stepped pyramid with each layer stacking on top of the other.
Each layer was ten meters long, and there were four layers in total.
Even the city gate was eight meters tall, and its width was approximately the length of four traffic lanes. A metal gate that was several times bigger than a sluice gate of a large dam sealed the doorway to the city tightly.