Chapter 347: If You Practice Alchemy, Seeing Me Is Like an Ant Gazing at the Blue Heavens

Steel jungles gleaming with a cold, hard sheen were everywhere, dotted with signs reading 'Under Construction — Please Mind Safety,' while countless synthetic humans in work clothes moved back and forth, continuously remaking this urban landscape.

After leaving the Type-Moon world, the first-tier commercial city of the Alchemy Kingdom had become useless, so Li Ang had the female synthetic maids under him begin remodeling the commercial city.

According to his plan, once the remodeling was complete, the Alchemy Kingdom would no longer be open to the public, and would only be used to receive clients when the Alchemy Workshop took on a big job.

For instance, right now.

At this moment, upon seeing the scene before them, six alchemists from Taiyi Miracle could not help but flash a look of astonishment in their eyes.

They were not shocked at being teleported to an unfamiliar region — after all, it was merely a Chuansong Sect, and similar things could be crafted by many professions.

What truly shocked the alchemists was the absurd number of synthetic humans.

And—

Some strange constructed creatures mixed in among the synthetic humans, whose backgrounds even they could not analyze at a glance?

'What on earth is this?'

The old man at the head narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of doubt flashing through them.

As a Rank Four artificer who had lived for who knew how many years, the old man believed he had seen plenty of strange and bizarre things, but he truly had never seen anything like these creatures that looked like constructs before him.

Just then, the maid who had earlier led the group into Lu En's teleportation array spoke up: "Please stay close behind me."

Saying so, she stepped forward and walked on.

Seeing this, the six alchemists did not hesitate and immediately followed.

They made their way through the broad streets, looking around at their surroundings.

After observing for a while, the old man turned his head to look at the young woman beside him.

Seeing her give a slight nod, he thought to himself: 'This place was definitely not built in a short span of time.'

'These traces have a history of at least a thousand years.'