Immediately following was an even more surging flow of traffic!

On the wide road, cars of all colors roared past like a steel torrent. The roar of engines, the screech of horns, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground merged into a never-ending, deafening wave of sound, frantically assaulting their eardrums!

"Monsters! So many monsters are running around!"

Ling Qingxue stared at the endless stream of cars, her face turning pale, and she instinctively pressed her hand to her chest.

"Why are they so agitated? So...disorderly? Is this place...some kind of demonic realm that breeds steel monsters?"

She couldn't comprehend this transportation system, which was purely composed of machines and rules.

Nightshade, however, became interested in a huge bus that was belching black smoke:

"Wow! That's a huge head! It would be awesome to take it to a siege! It's just that its screams are awful!"

She even subconsciously assessed the combat power of this "steel monster".

Seeing their shocked expressions, like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden a hundredfold, Zhang Shaozhong quickly stepped forward and stood between them and the traffic, fearing that these two big shots might suddenly decide to "exorcise demons" if they weren't comfortable with the situation.

"Calm down! Calm down! You two! This is neither a magic weapon nor a demonic realm!"

This is just an ordinary city like ours! Those tall buildings are called office buildings, they're places for offices!

Those are cars, vehicles! Similar to the pickup trucks and buses from before, just a bit more numerous!

He shouted his explanation, trying to drown out the noise.

"A bit too much?!"

Night Enchantress pointed to the seemingly endless stream of cars, her voice rising.

"That's a bit much?! This is a fucking steel torrent?!"

"Have you, the descendants, stirred up a den of iron monsters?!"

Ling Qingxue pointed blankly at the layered, winding overpasses in the distance.

"What are those...coiled giant pythons? Why are there iron boxes running on them? Why are the roads here...so...intricate and complicated?"

She felt that her spatial awareness was completely ineffective in the face of this complex three-dimensional transportation network.

Zhang Shaozhong felt that his vocabulary was seriously insufficient:

"That's an elevated highway... a multi-level transportation system... designed to alleviate congestion... Oh, it's a road! A different kind of road!"

Fearing that the two women would attract a crowd if they continued to make outrageous remarks at the street corner, he quickly pulled them onto the sidewalk.

"Come on, come on! Stop looking! Come home with me! I'll explain everything to you slowly when we get home!"

However, the journey "home" was also full of "surprises".

Passing by a huge electronic billboard, which was playing dazzling product advertisements on a loop, the exaggerated smiles of the models and the dynamic music once again made the two bigwigs stop.

"Why...why is this person trapped inside a glowing crystal? And why is he constantly writhing?"

Ling Qingxue frowned.

"Could this be an illusion? Is its purpose to bewitch people?"

Night Enchantress's eyes were sharp as she stared intently at the scene before her, as if trying to see through the fog to uncover the truth.

"The illusion is quite flashy and dazzling, but in the end, it's nothing more than a bunch of fancy tricks."

Ye Meier's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"How could such a despicable tactic possibly fool me?"

Zhang Shaozhong:

"...That's an advertising billboard...an LED screen...not for locking people up..."

As they entered the subway station, Zhang Shaozhong thought that the subway was faster than the bus. Looking at the bottomless escalator leading underground, the two big shots became wary again.

"Going deep into the underground cave? This is a very ominous sign!"

Ling Qingxue refused to step onto the "automatic moving staircase".

"It's eerily dark... Is this where you hold your prisoners?"

Night Enchantress was somewhat curious, but equally wary.

Zhang Shaozhong went to great lengths, practically dragging them, to get these two "subway-phobic" big shots onto the escalator.

Standing on the automatically descending escalator, looking at the crowded people and dim lights around them, the two big shots were tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Once they were actually on the subway, the instant acceleration of the train as it started moving and the whooshing sound of the wind rushing through the tunnel gave the two big shots, who had just recovered from their shock, another taste of "speed and motion sickness"...

After finally reaching the station and exiting the subway, the two bigwigs, looking at the still towering buildings and bustling traffic around them, felt an absurd sense of "seeing the light of day again."

"Kid... has your... 'city' always been like this?"

Ye Meier rubbed her dizzy head and asked for the first time in a tone that was both somewhat convinced and a little timid.

"Do all living beings reside in such... iron-walled jungles?"

Ling Qingxue also looked at the narrow street where almost no sky could be seen, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She couldn't imagine how one could comprehend the Dao of Heaven and absorb spiritual energy in such a place, even though there was no spiritual energy here.

Zhang Shaozhong nodded weakly.

"Yeah...you'll get used to it...let's go, my home is in that old neighborhood up ahead, it's not that bad."

He led the two bigwigs, who saw everything as new and everything as a trap, into a relatively old street in a residential area with low-rise buildings.

The atmosphere here is a bit more lively; there are elderly women buying vegetables, elderly men playing chess, and children running around by the roadside.

Seeing living, seemingly "normal" mortals seemed to ease the tension of the two bigwigs a little.

But a new challenge has emerged.

A child on a scooter whizzed past them.

"Huh? What kind of magical artifact is that child's foot? It can even slide on its own?"

Ling Qingxue was surprised.

"Too slow, not even one percent as fast as my escape light," Ye Meier said disdainfully.

An old man walked by carrying a loud radio, playing Peking Opera.

"Here it comes again! That horrifying sound!"

Both of them frowned simultaneously.

Zhang Shaozhong was too lazy to explain anymore, and numbly pointed to a six-story old building in front of him:

"We're here, this is it. My home is on the fifth floor."

Looking at the old building without an elevator and requiring climbing stairs, Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier stopped complaining!

Compared to those steel behemoths and underground dragons, climbing stairs feels so much more welcoming!

However, when Zhang Shaozhong used his key to open the door, revealing a small rented room filled with various modern items (computers, appliances, snack wrappers)...

A new wave of more subtle and intimate cognitive shocks once again swept over the two ancient souls.

Ling Qingxue frowned slightly as she looked at the shoes scattered haphazardly by the door.

Ye Meier became interested in the cushions on the sofa with anime prints: "What kind of monsters are depicted in these pictures?"

Zhang Shaozhong watched them curiously and warily examine his little "nest" and sighed deeply.

He knows that the real "adjustment" and "popularization" are only just beginning.

This is destined to be a protracted war filled with chaos and endless turmoil.