If it weren’t for knowing the truth, Feng Yuan and the others might have thought they were traveling somewhere. Although the surrounding buildings were quite different from modern conventional architecture, they were full of life.

"Hmm, how many people are here? Or rather, how big of a place do we need to settle them? Wait, we need to confirm how many are willing to come with us first, and how to handle those who don’t, what a hassle."

Observing the passersby, Feng Yuan muttered somewhat frantically. The absence of Spirit Beasts here ensured that once they entered the real world, a period of adaptation would be necessary, and this was based on the assumption they wished to enter reality.

No one knows what these descendants are truly thinking. What if everything is prepared, and they disagree in the end? Wouldn’t that be amusing?

She gazed around with a hint of nostalgia and said,

"The Chief Officer can give us answers."

"Sorry, there’s something I want to confirm. To them, we should be considered suspicious individuals, but don’t you find their reaction odd?"

Qiu Hanmo steadily asked her, as in his view, the city’s reaction to their appearance wasn’t what he expected. Based on real-world standards, they would be akin to a group of people in strange attire suddenly visiting the city.

At the very least, passersby would react more noticeably, rather than simply nodding and continuing their tasks as if nothing happened.

This led him to doubt whether these people actually existed.

After all, didn’t they already encounter false human existences in the first city?

Besides this possibility, there’s another: these people have seen those dressed unusually like them numerous times, which means she’s lying!

Because the parallel world was built upon Mythical Era ideals, the culture and civilization here are distinct from the real world. The only way they’d be accustomed to real-world attire is if people dressed similarly have appeared here more than once.

However, according to her, the only recent arrivals from outside are those dubious beacon visitors.

She showed no reaction to Qiu Hanmo’s questioning. To her, Qiu Hanmo was insignificant, and she felt no obligation to provide any explanation.

Feng Yuan was stunned. He hadn’t considered this aspect. In his view, these people’s reactions seemed unproblematic, entirely forgetting this city and their previous living areas represented different worlds and civilizations.

At least, the city’s apparel had significant differences from what they were currently wearing.

"Surely something feels off."

Rubbing his chin, Feng Yuan looked at her, but there was no intention to explain from the other side. Perhaps she didn’t know the truth either? Feng Yuan wondered inwardly.

"Maybe they’re just accustomed to it, though it’s a bit odd, there’s no harm since they don’t carry much evil."

Veronia said indifferently. Compared to Qiu Hanmo, she inclined toward the idea that she was lying. After all, such a false life couldn’t deceive them; these people genuinely existed. She was lying to Feng Yuan, but the reason was unknown.

"A bit strange, but never mind, it’s not that important."

Feng Yuan glanced at Veronia and seemed to grasp it. As for why she was lying, Feng Yuan didn’t care much. Ultimately, belief or disbelief didn’t significantly impact him.

The city showed little interest in these unfamiliar guests, or maybe under her guidance, they quickly reached the towering building.

Looking at the pristine tower, Veronia couldn’t help but sigh.

"Back in the day, apart from those peculiar countries, such towers were crucial places."

"Indeed, but..."

Agunas swished its tail, feeling something was amiss about the tower.

In the Mythical Era, these facilities were indeed central office areas of the city. Typically, rulers wouldn’t reside here because they had separate estates.

Compared to conspicuous towers, those estates were not only discreet but much safer. According to Mythical Era logic, the Chief Officer shouldn’t reside in a tower.

However, upon further thinking, Agunas felt there wasn’t much difference. The reason rulers didn’t reside in towers was solely because they were primary targets during attacks.

Although everyone knew rulers wouldn’t be inside a tower, those assisting with city management were, and destroying the tower could incapacitate city operations or induce chaos.

Hence, in the war-torn Mythical Era, towers were always the newest structures in a city.

In the parallel world, it’s different. Here, they’ve recreated the Mythical Era’s false world without bothering to replicate its wars.

This led to considerable disparities between towers here and those in the real Mythical Era.

Unsurprisingly, they followed her and entered the tower. Inside, Qi Chen felt a sense of temporal confusion. Although its decor seemed slightly sci-fi to him, there was an uncanny resemblance to the Maomu City Comprehensive Service Hall.

Unlike the outside, upon seeing these strangely dressed people arrive, a woman in an evident staff uniform floated over.

Of course, she wasn’t really floating; she was on a hovering board beneath her feet. The circular board carried her effortlessly through the hall.

From her side, a blue projection screen occasionally manifested, recording vast amounts of data with text Qi Chen and his companions couldn’t decipher.

The Temple officer waved her hand, a special symbol flashed, and a look of surprise crossed the woman’s face. Originally intent on investigating, she floated aside.

Feng Yuan couldn’t shake the feeling that people’s reactions changed upon seeing that symbol. It wasn’t so much respect but rather dread and fear?

This didn’t seem right. As a Guardian, even following separate paths, relations shouldn’t be this tense.

On the surface, relations shouldn’t have soured significantly, otherwise, her identity revelation should’ve incited commotion or conflict.

Yet, their attitude toward her now...

Beyond the attitude, Feng Yuan noticed the complexity surrounding the Guardian presence here.

Though he didn’t understand those symbols, having evolved from the Mythical Era, some meanings might remain unchanged.

However, despite not fully grasping the foreign text, based on the symbols she revealed and projections, Feng Yuan could roughly determine her relation with certain narratives.

These characters were almost non-existent in the surrounding writings. Excluding the possibility that different words were used to refer to her, Feng Yuan could only suspect her and others’ identities were types not meant to be mentioned.

Whether this untold nature is beneficial or harmful, it’s hard to say.

Feng Yuan didn’t think this indicated anything positive.

At the tower’s center was a massive cylindrical elevator leading to various areas. The elevator to the upper part was sealed and available only to specific personnel.

This posed no obstacle to her.

The elevator differed from those in Feng Yuan’s reality. Rather than a traditional lift, it was a blend of sci-fi and fantasy.

Within a cylindrical space lay a metal floor engraved with intricate patterns. The smooth metal walls surrounded it.

As for ascending or descending, users could simply think of moving up and an invisible force would lift them. The same for descending.

If it were just this, it might seem manageable, given technology. But the oddest part was the device accurately identifying intentional thoughts versus fleeting musings.

Generally, ordinary people couldn’t fully control every fleeting idea in their minds. Straight reading of thoughts might result in missteps.

Yet, here it was different. Only deliberate wishes to ascend or descend were recognized; passing thoughts were ignored.

Feng Yuan had no idea what technology enabled this functionality.