Da Yi woke up to clanging and jingling sounds.
Almost instinctively, Da Yi grabbed the iron bow beside the wooden bed, held his breath, and tiptoed to peek through the crack of the door, his thick eyebrows furrowing tightly.
What is this...
Outside the wooden hut, with the ornate Treasure Toilet as the central point, several tall buildings were rising from the ground.
The ground was covered with flat stone slabs; the earth even seemed to dip downward in places, as if pounded down by enormous force.
Near the under-construction high-rises, metal 'little people' three or five feet tall were busily and efficiently at work.
These little beings were covered in patterns and talismans, moved swiftly and flexibly, and could fly and hover at will.
Automatons?
Da Yi counted them—there were as many as three or four hundred of these small golden figures.
