The Great Thousand World's northwest, the Black Heaven Continent.
This vast continent seemed shrouded in eternal night. The stars were sparse and dim, and the light between heaven and earth seemed to be siphoned away and devoured by some invisible force.
Thus, the entire continent radiated a profound, tranquil atmosphere that concealed unfathomable mysteries.
The Black Heaven Ancient Clan was the true ruler of this continent of eternal night.
Shadow City stood on the edge of the Black Heaven Continent and was one of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan's important gateways and trade hubs with the outside world.
The city was not only magnificent and imposing, but was also shrouded year-round in a gigantic Shadow barrier and heavily defended.
The city's buildings were mostly deep black, dark gray, and ink blue. Their cold, rugged style was sharply defined, resembling enormous beasts lurking in the shadows.
Most of the people moving along the streets had chilly auras and moved swiftly and silently. Their bodies carried, to varying degrees, the unique fluctuations of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan that resonated with the power of shadows.
Night Falcon, who had restrained most of his aura and retained only the strength of a Ninth-Grade Sovereign, was currently mingling among the crowd entering the city.
His current appearance was that of a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. His face was pale from having long been deprived of sunlight, and his handsome features carried a trace of gloom. He wore an inconspicuous black outfit, while obvious dark-attributed spiritual energy fluctuations radiated from him. He was no different from the many rogue cultivators around him who had come to the Black Heaven Continent seeking opportunities or hoping to pledge allegiance.
He toyed with a black token in his hand. It was neither metal nor wood, and