I have a city in another world

In the earth-shattering explosion, shockwaves spread in all directions, like invisible, towering waves.

Faced with such terrifying divine might, few were able to escape, and all were eventually swept away.

The group of envoys who had gathered together were also affected and swallowed up; even the ninth-level wizard was not spared.

They were swept up in the storm, countless things crashing down on them, and then torn apart and flung about by a tremendous force.

At this moment, all the strength in my body was completely useless, and I could only drift away in the wind like a fallen leaf.

What the cultivators could do was to strengthen their own protection as much as possible to avoid being smashed to pieces by the flying debris.

Or, upon landing, avoid being smashed like a rotten watermelon.

The shockwave spread along the ground, destroying everything in its path; trees and houses disappeared in an instant.

Accompanying the shockwave and gale-force winds was a scorching, suffocating heat and the pungent smell of alchemical potions.
The kerosene and herbicides that destroyed the flower field were swept away by the strong wind and rained down on the earth.

Even amidst the fierce winds, fireballs flew about, igniting one spot before flying off to the next.

In the nearby city, the buildings swayed and crumbled like withered grass in a storm.

Faced with such a devastating storm, even the most sturdy buildings could not withstand it, and in an instant, they were torn apart as if by an invisible hand.

Building after building collapsed under the impact of the gale, forming clear wind tunnels.

Countless pieces of debris flew freely in the sky above the city.

At the same time, colorful petals of all sizes fell like a blizzard.

The entire city was swept away by the gale, leaving no place unscathed. When the gale subsided and disappeared, the streets and neighborhoods were reduced to ruins.

Looking at the chaotic city, the residents were heartbroken and didn't know what to do.

News of the miracle had already spread throughout the city, but most people didn't care.

They all felt that this matter had nothing to do with them, so everything proceeded as usual.

However, some wealthy and powerful people realized that something was wrong and went to other places.

Those who made this choice were fortunate enough to escape disaster.

When a city is struck by disaster, the authorities' first action is not to provide relief, but to instruct all citizens to evacuate immediately.

This is because the air is now filled with high concentrations of herbicides, which can be fatal to ordinary people.

If they stay there for an extended period, it will inevitably lead to mass deaths, and even if they don't die, they will leave behind fatal hidden dangers.

The herbicide was sprayed by the authorities in an attempt to destroy the mysterious flower sea, but unexpectedly, the damage backfired on them.

This matter needs no explanation, and it is even less likely to be publicly acknowledged.

Amidst the city-wide announcement, people began to flee in panic, with no time to pack their belongings.

The dilapidated and congested streets were filled with panicked crowds, crawling and shouting like ants.

Those smart guys will choose some secluded streets to avoid the chaotic crowds.

Leaving the city is just the beginning; we must continue moving forward until we reach the safe zone.

During the evacuation, many citizens were surprised to find that the fallen petals were taking root and sprouting.

Such tenacious vitality and incredible growth rate indicate that these petals are definitely not simple.

Not to mention, the air was filled with the strong smell of herbal medicine, yet it had no effect on the petals.

The citizens walking behind even witnessed the flowers taking root and then growing long tendrils from their stamens.

It slithered like a snake, climbing up the buildings and wrapping itself around streetlights and trees.

The various plants in the city also began to change, all becoming vibrant and full of life.

There are also many flowers, plants, and trees, which, together with the fallen petals, create a strange and wonderful scene.

Those knowledgeable monks, upon witnessing these strange sights, immediately realized a possibility.

Fueled by the fierce winds, the miraculous flower field began to spread wildly outwards, severely impacting the city. If it were to remain there any longer, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The cultivators who had initially hoped to wait and see no longer hesitated and hastened their escape.

They had all witnessed firsthand the miserable state of those trapped in the sea of ​​flowers, a state that was worse than death.

If you can't fight against this force, you should try to escape instead of staying here to die.

But not long after, those who had escaped the city were forced to return because they encountered something even more terrible.

The alchemical potion drifting outside the city was so concentrated it was suffocating; those who fled the city were all overcome by the toxic air.

Seeing this, the people behind dared not continue forward and stayed where they were, looking around in all directions.

Behind them lay a city destroyed by the wind, and in front of them was a desolate wasteland shrouded in poisonous fog, leaving a group of fleeing citizens in a dilemma.

At that moment, they were truly helpless, with no one to turn to for help, and had no idea what to do.

Many people wept in despair, crying incessantly in the wilderness, longing for rescue.

At this point, they didn't even know who to pray to, because the astral plane did not allow the worship of gods, and ordinary people did not know the names of the gods at all.

The powerful wizards were right beside him, their eyes filled with terror, showing no difference in strength from ordinary people.

If you can't even save yourself, how can you possibly save others?
The powerful image of wizards crumbled at this moment, and the people realized that when faced with danger, wizards were not actually any better.

"What should we do? What should we do?!"

Some people were shouting at the top of their lungs, hoping someone would step forward to solve the problem. But all they could see were panicked crowds, each worried and terrified about their own fate, yet no one could avert the danger before them.

But not long after, one figure after another was seen rushing towards the poisonous fog area.

It turned out that the group of wizards had used some kind of protective measure to temporarily block the invasion of the poisonous fog.

Perhaps they knew very well that the longer they stayed, the more trouble they would cause, so they decided to risk leaving.

Many other organizations and groups have also begun to use various means to try to escape this dangerous city.

One after another, transport vehicles and aircraft raced off into the distance.

The situation wasn't serious at the moment, and there was still a chance of escaping successfully. They preferred to take the risk rather than stay in the city and wait to die.

The area outside the city was in increasing chaos. Some people were crying and pleading, some were trying to escape, and others were collapsing on the ground due to poisoning.

Many people who tried to escape were forced to return to the city after discovering that they could not leave.

If all you can do is stay and wait to die, then you should at least go back to your home so that you can at least have a full meal before you die.

Staying outside the city is pointless and will only make things more dangerous.

On the way back to the city, I saw that the fallen flowers had sprouted and taken root on various objects.

The city, now reduced to ruins, is overgrown with strange plants never seen before, making the city's inhabitants feel increasingly alienated.

They were careful, keeping as far away as possible from the strange plants, fearing they might be poisonous or attacked.

After returning home, they cleaned up the dilapidated house, organized all available supplies, and tried to find some weapons for self-defense.

In a chaotic environment, having a weapon in hand certainly increases one's chances of survival.

Those vicious criminals would certainly not dare to provoke someone who is armed.

A villain's knife can kill, but it can also be killed by someone else's knife. When faced with prey who possesses the same power, villains dare not act recklessly.

In a very short time, the city fell completely, and all the plans made beforehand failed to work.

After the hurricane, the area around Miracle Flower Sea was in chaos, and the scene was truly appalling.

All official plans were instantly and violently erased, leaving almost no trace.

Yet, amidst the devastation, a vibrant life force burst forth and spread at an unbelievable speed. (End of Chapter)