Standing on a verdant hillside, Wang Chen gazed into the distance at the city ahead.
After slaying several bandits who had blocked his path, unable to suppress his curiosity, he had turned back and returned to Yongle Immortal City.
But Wang Chen had no intention of entering the city. One last distant look would serve as his farewell.
He had never expected that in just a few short days, Yongle Immortal City, which had seemed destined never to fall, would have changed hands.
The Mountain Moving Sect's strength was truly terrifying.
What Wang Chen regretted was that, having faked his death to escape and spent all his time digging underground, he had missed the fiercest and most thrilling battle for the city.
He had also missed the Nascent Soul duel between the two sides!
But regret was regret. If he could do it over again, Wang Chen would rather hide as far away as possible, best of all without touching so much as a spark of war.
And Yongle Immortal City now had already taken on an entirely different appearance.
Though the Dragon Turtle bearing the immortal city still lay prone upon the earth, its neck, limbs, and tail were tightly entangled by countless thick roots, leaving its entire body unable to move.
These dark-brown roots spread densely upward, passing through the streets and alleys of the city atop the turtle's back before finally converging beneath a towering tree.
Fusang Wood!
This ancient divine tree held up an enormous canopy, completely shrouding the entire immortal city beneath it.
This Fusang Wood could not possibly have been the mother tree itself, at most a descendant born from one of its branches. Yet the wondrous sight it displayed was still enough to leave people gasping in admiration!
Even from dozens of li