Sitting in the spacious custom-made flying car that could accommodate up to ten people, Lu Yun looked out of the window at the buildings that kept receding into the distance. From outside the window, it was clearly evident that the urban construction of Yunhua Star had already taken on the form of the cosmic age, with each skyscraper having at least two hundred floors, densely packed across the landscape.
Apart from the entrances at the bottom, each building had designated heights where flying cars could freely enter and exit through variously sized portals.
On Yunhua Star, the ground level was off-limits to ordinary citizens' land vehicles. In fact, there were hardly any land vehicles left on Yunhua Star. Those immigrants from Earth who wished to transport their treasured land vehicle antiques would have to pay a fortune for the freight—so much so they could buy over a hundred of the latest model flying cars instead.