Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 382 Spatial Madness

Xiao Zhi led Zheng Qian and Yun Youzi through the streets and alleys of Zhanlin City, and Zheng Qian gained a new understanding of the city and even the human race's combat strength.

The population of Zhanlin City exceeds two million, and the population of the entire Youfeng Rift Valley exceeds four million.

He grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into the crowd. Almost all of those hit were experts at or above the Dragon Shaping Realm, and many more were experts at or above the Dragon Shaping Realm.

Here, the Dragon Shaping Realm and the Liquid Aperture Realm are considered basic combat power, while the True Core Realm and the Domain Connecting Realm are the main combat power. Pseudo-gods represent high-end combat power and are the guardians of the Ghost Wind Rift.

“Old Diao, you’ve been gone for three hundred years. We all miss you.” Xiao Zhi and Yun Youzi hadn’t seen each other for three hundred years. He thought of the scenes of fighting together back then and was filled with emotion.

"What happened to the pickpockets? Are they all high-ranking members of the alliance now?" Yun Youzi sighed, recalling how he had once been full of vigor and achieved his legend here.

Looking back, three hundred years have passed.

Xiao Zhi was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "The pickpocket was the happiest one. Although he didn't break through to the Pseudo-God level, he still enjoyed his old age and passed away at the age of 132. Ao Gou and Dong Feng both lived to the same age as the heavens in order to protect Zhanlin City. Of the original 72 Qilin Children, eight of them are still alive."

Zheng Qian was filled with awe. When Xiao Zhi said he was the happiest, he actually meant that he was the only one who could enjoy his old age peacefully without dying on the battlefield. Of the seventy-two sons of Qilin, sixty-three had all died in battle.

This is a heroic city, and Zheng Qian now has a deeper understanding of it.

"Haha, don't be sad. We've come here fully prepared. Including me, I'm fully prepared too." Xiao Zhi laughed. He had experienced countless battles in his life and had long since become indifferent to life and death.

After giving Zheng Qian a deep look, Xiao Zhi slowly said, "The future belongs to the young people."

Zheng Qian was filled with respect. He did not answer, but stood up straight, showing Xiao Zhi through his actions that he would not disappoint him, nor would he bring shame to Yun Youzi.

If I get to go to the battlefield, just watch how I perform.

Humans and demons develop together, but not with all demons. Some have sworn feuds, and they fight each other whenever they meet.

The older generation has always taught us to kill the Yuren and Vampire Sparrow races on sight, and to run if we can't win.

Xiao Zhi smiled mysteriously and said, "Old Diao, the Gale Path now is not the same as the Gale Path three hundred years ago. Let me show you."

Xiao Zhi led Yun Youzi and Zheng Qian into the underground passage. The passage was paved with neat bluestone bricks, covered with a thick layer of molten black iron. There were battle marks of varying sizes on the ground, which, although repaired, still showed the ferocity of the battles. These marks were mostly smoothed out by time, and the power of the laws was negligible.

After passing through several ten-meter-wide corridors, a wide space suddenly opens up before you: a fifty-meter-wide underground space with eight constantly operating air ducts.

Zheng Qian stood on the Gale Path, and immediately heard the whooshing sound of the wind in his ears. Powerful gusts of wind surged up from beneath his feet, propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The Gale Path isn't entirely underground; it's a product of combining the rift valley's terrain with special runes. Winding its way between the rift valley's cliffs, it resembles a giant dragon, weaving between darkness and light. The Gale Path is not only incredibly fast, but it also embodies humanity's thirst for victory and indomitable will. Only by swiftly traversing the rift valley can one reach the battlefield in time to engage in a desperate battle with the demon army.

On the Swift Wind Road, passengers occasionally met, casting respectful glances at Xiao Zhi. When they saw Yun Youzi, their brows furrowed, as if lost in thought.

"Senior brother, that person just now looked so familiar."

"Yes, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't quite place who he is."

"Where have I seen this before? It's strange, it looks so familiar."

Yun Youzi smiled indifferently, as if he hadn't heard their conversation.

Zheng Qian was even more puzzled. Yun Youzi hadn't been to Youfeng Rift Valley for three hundred years, so why did these people say he looked familiar?

Was he hung on the wall?

An hour later, Xiao Zhi led them out of the Gale Path, out of the underground and onto the surface.

The steep, straight mountain peaks, their surfaces smooth as mirrors, have two gale-force winds hanging between them. The three large characters "Peak of the Brave" are written in bold, powerful strokes, with waves of law energy flowing between them, making them seem alive and radiating a powerful pressure that makes it impossible to gaze at them for long.

The Ghostly Rift Valley is a testament to the strength of the human race. Similarly, the abundance of molten iron and countless battle scars attest to the power of the demon race. The battles left behind by our human ancestors here tell their story.

As Zheng Qian embarked on the Gale Path leading to Brave Peak, he saw the Ghostly Wind Rift Valley.

The expanse stretched endlessly, with only the towering mountains on the opposite bank faintly visible, resembling a crouching, ferocious beast poised to attack. That was the territory of the demon race, a dark and gloomy forest.

Zheng Qian looked down and saw that the deep, bottomless Gully was filled with a chilling aura.

A strange, eerie wind blew by, carrying what sounded like eerie whispers, but no matter how hard you listened, you couldn't make out what they were saying. Yet, these whispers were real.

The wind in the Ghostly Rift Valley is eerie, extremely eerie.

On the mountainside, defensive towers are built according to a certain pattern, and no matter which direction an attack comes from, it will be attacked by multiple defensive towers.

Zheng Qian was utterly shocked. He had traveled at least eighty miles from Zhanlin City to Warrior's Peak. The entire route was irrigated with molten black iron. Even Warrior's Peak itself was covered in a thick layer of black iron. He couldn't imagine how much effort his ancestors had poured into the Youfeng Rift Valley.

The defense of the Wind Rift Valley was not accomplished by one generation alone, but by generations of predecessors who silently contributed.

At the end of the Gale Road, Zheng Qian was even more stunned and speechless.

Two towering structures stand side by side, their sheer stone walls engraved with intricate, ancient runes that shimmer faintly in the moonlight, radiating a mysterious and unfathomable power, as if each stroke contained the wisdom and prophecy of the ancients. The towers are constructed of alternating layers of obsidian and white jade, the black as an abyss and the white as fresh snow, creating a striking contrast that exudes supreme majesty and sanctity.

The Tower of Strategies. Containing thousands of volumes of ancient wisdom and tactical strategies, it is a sacred place for the Alliance's intellectuals and the central hub for strategic command.

Stepping inside the tower, a serene and solemn atmosphere washes over you, the air filled with the faint scent of books and ink, bringing tranquility to the mind. The interior decoration is simple yet luxurious, with carved beams and painted rafters depicting both the graceful movements of dragons and phoenixes and the mysteries of the stars, every detail revealing the ultimate reverence for knowledge and wisdom.

Towering bookshelves, like rows of guards, stand densely packed, holding countless volumes of books that lie dormant, awaiting awakening by a destined reader. Soft light streams down from the crystal chandelier atop the tower, casting a dreamlike glow over this temple of knowledge, drawing visitors into a journey of endless exploration of wisdom.

Zheng Qian followed Xiao Zhi uphill and saw a portrait.

The figure in the painting stands in profile, gazing at the dark forest opposite the Windy Rift Valley. Black hair is casually draped over the shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, seemingly embodying the spirit and freedom of nature. An arrogant, untamed air shines through the brows, and the gaze is one of utter disdain and self-importance.

The person in the painting is clearly a seasoned warrior, standing proudly in the world, a supreme prodigy. Below is a brief introduction to the person in the painting.

Yun Youzi, nicknamed "Space Madman," is the leader of the Seventy-Two Qilin Sons. He created the "Space Vibration" technique, which is recognized by the human race as the strongest pseudo-god-level cultivation method. He won all 1,853 battles in the Youfeng Rift Valley. He slew countless demons and achieved the position of pseudo-god at the age of twenty-seven. He is one of the greatest warriors of the human race.