Supreme Immortal Aperture.
Little Western Desert.
A vast black city sprawled domineeringly across the desert.
It was a majestic city, grand in layout and rigorous in structure. Its entire wall formed a regular hexagon, weathered by wind and rain. The wall's circumference exceeded two hundred li; it stood nearly ten zhang high and several zhang thick.
An ordinary person standing in the desert could see this black city from far away, like a giant black beast lying prone upon the tawny earth. Yet upon approaching it, one had to crane one's neck just to barely take in the towering walls and enormous city gates.
A tower stood at every corner of the walls, their arrow slits packed as densely as stars.
Every few li, there was a broad ramp leading up to the city walls.
Hidden within the walls were also exceedingly secret troop chambers.
Beyond the city walls lay the bustling world within.
Streets crisscrossed the city, shops stood in dense rows, palaces rose one after another, and houses lined the avenues. Carriages and people flowed without end; voices surged like a boiling cauldron. It was prosperous beyond measure.
This was Inkman City!
It had been founded by One Word Immortal, the legendary Inkman Gu Immortal of that era. It was equivalent to nearly half an Emperor City. Later, Fang Yuan had swept it all away in one pot and relocated it into Little Western Desert.
At this moment, the two Inkman Gu Immortals, Mo Tansang and Mo Qiyi, hovered in midair, gazing down at their surroundings with grave expressions.
"Over the past three days, these Poison Vines and Windmill Trees have spread another ten-odd li. They are now only twenty-odd li from Inkman City," Mo Tansang said.
Mo Qiyi frowned deeply. "We have already made a move more