A majestic, imposing city came into view.
"Impossible. How could there be something like this here?" Leaving the others aside for the moment, even the Ancient Demon had an incredulous look on his face as he murmured in shock.
"Didn't Fellow Daoist say that in the past, the Devil Ancestor's grand commander perished here together with two True Immortals, and that Penglai Mountain was torn down from the Spirit World by their great divine abilities? If that is so, this place should be a scene of devastation. Even if endless years have passed and erased the traces of the past, there absolutely should not be a city here." The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's eyes gleamed, as if he wanted to read something from the Ancient Demon's face.
"Exactly. If this city was built by later arrivals, that proves someone has been here. In that case, why did they not take away the True Immortals' relics?" Lin Xuan's gaze was also tinged with suspicion. As the saying went, those not of our race must have different hearts. Although the secrets the Ancient Demon had spoken of just now did not seem false, he had certainly concealed some things as well.
"This venerable one truly does not know." A ferocious look flashed across the Ancient Demon's face. "Whether you fellow Daoists believe it or not is up to you."
"You..." The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King flew into a rage.
"Enough. What meaning is there in arguing over this now? We came here to search for treasures. Whether the items are still here or not, if we go in and take a look, will everything not become clear?" Wang Tinglou's leisurely voice entered their ears. The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King still seemed unconvinced, but for some reason, he actually forced