Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

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Lin Feng straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to look at the entire altar base on the square.

I might as well not move it myself.

"Hey everyone, move aside! Don't stay in the square, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move..."

Lin Feng called out to the group who were still searching for treasure, and only spoke after everyone had left.

"Xiao Xuan, carry the entire altar up here and place it on the empty space on your back."

Xiao Xuan let out a low groan to indicate that he understood. The power of the earth suddenly spread out, and the entire square began to tremble and crack. Large chunks of the ground were dragged up by an invisible force, slowly rising with the soil. The base of the altar, the other two pillars, and the scattered fragments of runes were all enveloped in earth-yellow energy and moved steadily toward the open space reserved on the tortoise's back.

The outer city, the area behind it, had long been isolated by Lin Feng with city walls, prohibiting passage. This place had never been open to the public, reserved for the construction of the Altar of Life, and now was the perfect time.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

But everyone quickly came to their senses. When the mine was torn apart last time, they had already seen something even more outrageous. Moving a plaza was nothing to be surprised about.

"Alright, alright, put this one up too."

Lin Feng dusted himself off and looked around. Those people were still desperately searching for the treasure.

"No?" Wang Lie asked.

"No, the entire area has been searched."

Just as Lin Feng was about to suggest leaving, he noticed a dark hole in the ground where the altar base had been. Now that the base had been moved, the hole was exposed.

Lin Feng and Wang Lie quickly went over. The cave wasn't deep, only about two meters. There was indeed a black iron box inside. Wang Lie quickly jumped down and carried the iron box up.

It wasn't locked and could be opened directly. Inside was a jade plaque about three fingers wide, with an ancient seal character "祭" (sacrifice) engraved on the front and incomprehensible runes on the back.

Lin Feng asked, "What is this?"

Wang Lie examined it twice, then tucked it into his pocket and casually patted his clothes: "I don't know, it's just a jade pendant, I'll keep it as a souvenir!"

"Captain, that's not fair. Good things should be shared."

Lin Feng's eyes were full of "I'd be a fool to believe you, you old geezer."

Just then, the howls of restless spirits echoed around the plaza, and a power far more terrifying than a level 4 spirit was awakening.

"Everyone get on the bus, get out of here, quick..."

At Wang Lie's command, everyone retreated. Lin Feng couldn't care less about anything else and quickly ran towards Xiao Xuan, then jumped onto the turtle's back. Xiao Xuan had already started turning around, its massive body drawing a semicircle in the ruins.

"Xiao Xuan, speed up, let's go!"

The others climbed onto the tanks and trains, and the trains started moving directly from the other end, returning to their original positions. The armored vehicles also turned around and followed.

The convoy sped away in the direction they had come from, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. The wailing of the densely packed vengeful spirits grew closer and closer, surging in like a tide.

Wang Lie stood on the roof of the train, lightning crackling all around him. Guo Yi pressed the control lever down to its lowest position. Lin Feng was also on the outer city wall tower, his gaze fixed on the direction of that terrifying aura.

However, the expected pursuit did not occur.

The wind stopped the next moment, the gloom over the ruins slowly dissipated, and the sunlight poured down without obstruction, covering the entire dilapidated ruins with golden rays.

The sunlight gradually illuminated the collapsed walls, the crooked houses, and the dark corners, revealing their original appearance: the bluestone-paved ground, the neatly planned residential areas, the wide squares, and the clearly visible outline of the city.

The previously hideous, terrifying, and howling vengeful spirits all fell silent.

They stood silently in various parts of the ruins, their originally distorted appearance gradually revealing human form, gaining expressions, and their bodies no longer hunched and twisted, but gradually straightening up, and the gray-black mist on their bodies slowly receded.

He regained his appearance from his previous life and became a person again, an ordinary young man.

Then came the second, the third, and one after another, the dark mass of vengeful spirits reverted to their former appearances: men, women, old people, children, commoners in short blue shirts, women in ruqun (traditional Chinese dresses), scholars in wide robes and sleeves, and squads of soldiers wielding long halberds and clad in black armor.

The sunlight illuminated their faces, giving them color and warmth to their once empty faces. Their gazes were gentle as they stood quietly amidst the ruins of their former homes, on either side of the convoy.

Their gazes were fixed on the direction the convoy and the giant tortoise had left, as if they were watching something, or perhaps seeing them off.

The convoy slowed down unconsciously, and the sound of vehicles rolling over each other seemed particularly abrupt. Some people subconsciously eased off the accelerator, while others popped their heads out of the car windows, staring blankly at the 'ancient people' who were recovering on both sides.

Xiao Xuan also slowed down, taking each step with exceptional gentleness.

A general on horseback slowly came to a stop. He was the figure Lin Feng feared the most. His brows were sharp with the experience of years of battle. He took one last look at the convoy, and his lips twitched slightly as if he were smiling, with a sense of relief that had transcended the long years.

Then they began to dissipate...

The first one is a woman holding a child. Her body begins to transform into tiny, golden specks of light from the edges, slowly rising and floating into the sky. The child in her arms transforms into specks of light, and the two small orbs of light merge together and slowly rise.

Next came the farmers, students, and scholars, followed by the soldiers and generals. Points of light rose from their bodies, starting as a few scattered individuals, then increasing in number. Their figures became fainter and more blurred, eventually transforming completely into points of light that slowly rose and swirled in the sunlight, eventually dissipating with the wind.

The entire ruins changed as a result. The bluestone slabs began to weather, crack, and turn into fine sand. The stone walls began to collapse from the bottom, the bricks turned into yellowish-brown powder, and the wooden beams and pillars faded and eventually turned into dust. The entire ruins were like a painting that had been accelerated by time a million times. All the buildings and streets were silently disintegrating and turning into dust.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

The convoy has come to a complete stop.

No one spoke. Some people were still standing on the roof of the car, some turned their heads back from the windows and sat quietly in their seats with slightly red eyes, and some buried their faces in their hands with their shoulders trembling slightly.

Guo Yi got out of the driver's seat, leaned against the car door, tilted his head back, and his eyes were red.

Bai Zhirou wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Luo Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground, tears falling silently. She didn't know why she was crying.

A tear rolled down Old Chen's cheek as he whispered a few words, which only Wang Lie, who was nearby, heard: "They've gone home...they've all gone home..."

The points of light continued to rise for a very long time before gradually decreasing in number, fading, and finally disappearing completely into the sky.

The sun shone brightly on the earth once more, and only this convoy remained on the wilderness. No one knew how long those ancient people had waited—hundreds of years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years. They guarded that long-ruined altar, guarded that lost tradition, and in the end, they turned into hideous and twisted monsters, but they still stood guard beside that altar, never leaving it for a moment.

Until today, until someone came and moved the altar away, taking away the legacy.

They've waited for this...

Lin Feng stood on the turtle's back for a very long time, then gently sniffed.

Let's go!!!