A great city floated above towering mountains and steep ridges.
No—perhaps the extension of that great city had created these vast mountains and ridges.
Meng Zhi's divine sense stared at the great city in astonishment, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
The Yin God belonging to a Nascent Soul True Lord ran without rest, yet he could not see any boundary in this world. It was as though he had not sunk his divine sense into a treasure at all, but had truly arrived in another world entirely.
Yet a world like this alone did not seem capable of protecting the Soul Banner.
As his thoughts turned, Meng Zhi had already approached the city gates and stepped into the bustling streets.
The silence was swept away.
A boiling tide of voices poured into his ears.
One glance, and it was as if he had returned to the ancient city of the Ancient Immortal Tower.
The peddlers brushing past him in the streets were Qi Refiners. The hawkers shouting their wares were Qi Refiners as well. The proprietress of a treasure pavilion and tea house was graceful and alluring, displaying her Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Among the passing pedestrians, Golden Core True Persons appeared from time to time, only to vanish at the end of the long street in the blink of an eye, apparently hurrying off on business.
Yet these "cultivators" seemed not to see a living person like him at all.
His divine sense gathered into a vague human silhouette.
The silhouette strode forward and became solid.
Meng Zhi glanced down at himself.
It seemed that no matter how he altered his divine sense, he could not draw the attention of the cultivators in the city. Yet he had a feeling in his heart that as long as he "willed"