The eight-legged mechanical beast moved swiftly yet smoothly. Wang Qi was so comfortable that he was even able to take out a book to flip through during the journey. Soon, the beast sped through a forest and onto a grassland.
Suddenly, Mo Zhenzhen exclaimed, "Quick, look, what is that?"
Wang Qi put down the book, looked up, and thought to himself with astonishment, "Holy shit, Brother Tiandao, you know how to play!"
Wang Qi was well aware of how easily customs and features could change. With barely two thousand years of history in China, architectural styles had gone through several dramatic transformations. Indeed, people from a thousand years later would hardly recognize their counterparts from a millennium earlier as being from the same clan. So it was understandable that the architectural style of the Demon Clan Civilization from millions of years ago would be quite different from that of the Human Clan.
