Chapter 127:
Murphy was going to hold a celebration tonight in the ruins of Kadman City.
The reason was to celebrate that the survivors of Kadman City had finally endured through the most difficult times, the suffering on this land had finally passed, and a new life was right before their eyes.
Of course, an important part of the celebration was to commemorate those poor souls who had perished in the city’s disaster. Although not all the missing people had been confirmed dead, to be honest, those vast numbers of ordinary people swept into the Astral Realm were unlikely to survive in that mysterious otherworldly plane.
According to Tris, even if you threw an unprepared Golden Realm expert into the Astral Realm, it was hard to say if they could last seven days there.
It was a place entirely different from the material world, with its own unique environment and rules. Even Tris, a Spirit Sovereign, had very limited understanding of it, and just what little was currently known was enough to make a regrettable judgment.
For example, Tris had explicitly told Murphy that in certain parts of the Astral Realm, the mapping of space and time was chaotic, and just this one point alone would be enough to kill 99% of material world lifeforms.
But these were not issues Murphy needed to consider at the moment, especially not tonight!
He had to fulfill his responsibilities as a lord, not only to protect the personal safety of his subjects, but also to care for their spiritual needs.
As night gradually fell during the twilight hours, under the guidance of camp guards, the strong and healthy survivors began carrying long wooden tables made by carpenters into the cleaned-up city square in the outer city.