An ancient city, filled with the mottled traces of passing years, reappeared in the world amidst a blood-red rain curtain from the era of primeval mythology.
The dark cyan city walls towered a hundred zhang high, stretching into the distance with no end in sight.
Anyone who entered the city could feel a faint, formless energy fluctuation emanating from the ancient ramparts.
It did not vanish as one's cultivation rose; instead, the stronger one's realm, the more clearly they felt it.
Overlooking the entire ancient city, its inner and outer structures formed the character for "return."
At the four corners of both the inner and outer walls stood tall, magnificent statues, resembling pillars propping up the vault of heaven.
The statues varied in shape and form, and upon approaching them, one had the eerie sensation that these were not mere divine idols, but true deities standing firmly in reality.
Judging by the aura emanating from these statues, the original owners of these deities in the ancient era must have possessed truly terrifying might.
I doubt they were any weaker than my royal father, said a young man clad in a black python robe.
A thousand meters away from the divine statues within the city, two figures walked with staggering steps, pressing ever closer toward the monuments.
A grand and majestic pressure emanated from the statues, feeling as though the heavy weight of the cosmos and all living beings pressed down upon their shoulders. This prevented them not only from flying, but even made walking an arduous struggle.
"What do you mean by 'doubt'?"
"They were naturally no weaker than that stubborn old bastard of yours," said a man wearing a crown and a bright yellow python robe.
The two of them were none other than the crown princes of Yan