Yu Xian felt the changes in the sky most keenly. Even without looking up, he could sense the barrier descending like a colossal hand blotting out the sky, relentlessly severing the space around Huaxia.

With the stone steles serving as anchors, the pocket dimension would swallow all of Huaxia, leaving behind nothing in the real world except a teapot. That teapot would serve as the key through which the outside world could enter Huaxia's pocket dimension. As for why Li Zhangzong had chosen a teapot, only he himself knew. Yu Xian suspected it was simply his peculiar sense of humor.

Many ancient experts enjoyed making jokes and references. The problem was that theirs were all from several centuries or even a thousand years ago. Unless people of Yu Xian's generation searched for the jokes online, they would have no idea what the older experts were referring to. That was probably what they called a generation gap.

Yu Xian teleported beneath another city and swiftly pressed his hand against the stone stele. The endless collective thoughts of...