After entering the island, Lin Xuan and the others did not linger. Before long, a grand and majestic city came into view.
Lin Xuan's expression was calm, yet deep inside, he let out a long, quiet sigh. Several hundred years had passed, and he had come here once again. Linhai City still stood as it had before, but unfortunately, its master was no longer here.
This time, entering the city was very smooth. The city's restrictions had not been activated either. After all, the outer island already had defenses; if the Sect Protection Array here also ran without pause, that would not be caution, but ruinous wastefulness of Spirit Stones.
Though the Holy City was a colossal existence with an extremely deep foundation, correspondingly, there were also countless places where Spirit Stones had to be spent. Therefore, where savings should be made, absolutely no waste could be allowed.
Inside the city, the streets were as broad as ever, but the number of cultivators had clearly increased by a great deal. Among them were immortal cultivators clad in armor and bearing weapons, as well as Rogue Cultivators dressed in all manner of ways, some even in bizarre and outlandish clothing.
The place was bustling and crowded. Lin Xuan casually swept his divine sense over them; these people's cultivation realms were also uneven, high and low mixed together.
"Brother Lin, why don't we find a place to stay first, then go to the main hall square in a while and see if there are any suitable missions?"
Huangting Sect's voice entered his ears, and Lin Xuan naturally had not the slightest objection. Thus, the group headed toward the northern part of the city.
This city had changed hands several times. First it had fallen into the hands of Poison Dragon, that Old