After nearly ten days of trekking and maneuvering, when Lin Feng finally crossed the last ridge of the Black Wind Mountain Range and his view suddenly opened up, even with his steadfast temperament, a flicker of shock passed through his eyes.
On the distant horizon stood the towering outline of a colossal city, its scale far surpassing any city he had ever seen.
Its soaring walls were not built from ordinary brick or stone, but from massive dark-green rocks with a metallic sheen. Countless intricate and ancient runes were inscribed across them, flowing with a faint radiance beneath the sun and vaguely forming an immense energy barrier that enveloped the entire city.
At intervals along the city walls stood lofty towers, their spires gathering visible ripples of energy. Even from far away, one could sense their chilling, murderous aura.
The enormous city gates stood wide open, and crowds, carriages, and horses streamed through them without end like tributaries flowing into the sea.
Even more startling, powerful flying mounts occasionally streaked across the sky, carrying fierce-aura Martial Artists on their backs as they flew directly into designated areas within the city.
This was Beichen City—the heart of Northern Frontier Province, one of the Great Xia Dynasty's nine great provinces, and the home of Beichen Martial University!
A majestic city born entirely for the martial path!
Lin Feng composed himself and pushed the Breath Concealment Art to its limit. At this moment, his aura was completely hidden, making him seem like the most ordinary low-level Martial Artist. Blended into the crowd entering the city, he drew no additional attention.
After paying the entrance fee and stepping into the city, a vibrant, bustling tide of life rushed toward him.
The streets were broad enough for ten carriages to travel side by side, with