The towering iron structure, hundreds of meters tall, in red and white, took up the entire view, causing Lin Yue's scalp to tingle instantly.
If he had been in that Secret Realm earlier, he would have been uncertain about the exact nature of the place, but now he was certain: this was Earth.
Leaning against the wall of a concrete building nearby, he called Bai over, taking a deep breath.
Knee-high weeds, trees growing askew, cracked asphalt roads, buildings covered in moss and overrun by ivy, and the skewed, tadpole-like characters confirmed for Lin Yue that this was Tokyo.
Just like in that Secret Realm from before, without people, this place too was gradually being reclaimed by nature as time flowed by.
Even the towering red and white structure showed clear signs of peeling paint upon scrutiny, the tower's body unnaturally tilting to one side.
Perhaps in a few decades, it too would completely collapse.
Lin Yue surveyed the surroundings.
