The sky was overcast, and thunder rumbled.
Crimson blood rain drifted across the earth.
A magnificent ancient city rose from the ground in an extremely short span of time.
The ancient city was divided into an inner and an outer city.
The inner city was that magnificent grand hall filled with the traces of time, while the outer city consisted of tens of thousands of residential houses arranged in accordance with the Later Heaven Eight Trigrams.
A barrier formed of energy supported itself above Wang Ming's head as he walked step by step along the road paved with stone slabs.
With every step he took, an invisible force of qi pushed away the crimson rainwater at his feet.
Wang Ming raised his head to look at the magnificent grand hall in the central area, calculated the distance between them, and thought to himself, Once flight is restricted, wanting to quickly rush over there really isn't a simple matter.
A peculiar power existed beneath the ground of the entire ancient city, making everyone on the surface feel as though a massive mountain pressed down upon them, rendering walking practically as difficult as moving through heavy mud.
This pressure increased in severity along with one's level of cultivation, making the gravity all the more terrifying; it fundamentally operated on the principle of absolute equality for all living beings.
There was also a special restriction against flight in the air, forcing anyone who entered the ancient city—no matter how high their cultivation—to walk through the city just like ordinary mortals.
A three-story building by the roadside had flying eaves, curved tiles, and carved beams and painted rafters, all of which showed how this building differed from ordinary single-story houses.
Wang Ming tightly gripped the lock hanging on the large door, and golden rune