The Yutong Realm was vast beyond measure, with sects and clans counted in the millions. As for the cities where cultivators settled and gathered, their number was even more absurd.
Exactly how many there were had never been counted at all; no one could say the precise number.
Falling Star City was one of them.
No one could say how many years this Immortal City had existed. It had nothing especially outstanding about it, but its transportation was extremely convenient. Leaving aside everything else, the Teleportation Arrays within the city could achieve a Thousand-Mile Instantaneous journey.
Of course, the Spirit Stones required for ultra-long-distance teleportation were also an astronomical figure. Ordinary Cultivators would not dare use such an extravagant method to travel.
Since the value of the Teleportation Arrays was no small matter, the guards were naturally stern to the utmost.
It was a peaceful morning.
Inside a teleportation hall somewhere in Falling Star City, surrounded by layer upon layer of Restrictions, several armored, weapon-bearing guards stood at the entrance, idly chatting about something.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, one of the dozen or so Teleportation Arrays lined up side by side began to operate. For a time, spiritual light flared brilliantly, and a rumbling hum kept pouring into their ears.
The guards froze, and their expressions all became solemn. After all, those who could use a Teleportation Array were no ordinary existences; whether in feeling or reason, their faces ought to show reverence.
Otherwise, if they accidentally angered some Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster, they would have more trouble than they could carry.
The teleportation process sounded complicated, but in truth, it only took an instant.
Very soon, the halo spread out in all directions.
The figures on the Teleportation Array gradually became clear.
A man and a woman,