Sky City had always been a quiet place.
Whether gods existed or not.
Gods were silent by nature. Those that were like the Dragon God were in the minority.
"After the fall of the God race, many areas in Sky City lost their divine power and became very vulnerable." Shen Siyu looked at the familiar Sky City with a hint of helplessness.
This city didn't look very big, but every structure took art and craft to the extreme.
"The gods live in an area that needs the support of divine power. Once a god falls, the place where they lived will become very unstable. Now, in the whole Sky City, there is only one complete palace, which is the last temple. Other places just simply preserved their external beauty." Shen Siyu's eyes swept through the trees and grasses in Sky City and the golden flowers on both sides of the white stone road. They swayed gently in the wind as though ignoring the passage of time.
