A fledgling city had already taken form on the Northern Continent, with several small villages scattered in its vicinity. The workshops here were either in production or being constructed rapidly.

The Martyr’s Palace was parked outside the city, its massive frame resembling a city of its own. Hundreds of technicians were moving in and out of the vessel, clearing out the damage and replacing or repairing the malfunctioning parts.

Qianye’s corvette landed in the outskirts of the city. Immediately after landing, a cemetery at the foot of a small, distant mountain caught his attention. From what he remembered, this cemetery used to be a project on paper, but now, it had become a reality. Most importantly, there were numerous tombstones erected within it.

“Let’s go and take a look,” he said as he off toward the cemetery.

The burial ground was divided into many different areas. Each of them possessed a different style; even the tombstones were fashioned according to their tribal designs. For instance, the tombstones made of mechanical parts and weaponry belonged to the Highbeards. The square-shaped ones made of wood or stone were the humans’. There was...