As the largest city in Beiding Continent, Tianxing City was so vast it defied imagination. At the end of the horizon, as far as Wei Fan could see, there was only an endlessly stretching city wall, like a crouching dragon lying upon the earth.
Clouds glowed in clusters, auspicious light shimmered in countless hues, and an ancient weight mingled with dense spirituality washed over them.
"With such a spectacle, I'm afraid even some Sacred Sects can't compare to Tianxing City!" Wei Fan was inwardly shaken.
In a place like this, exceptional geniuses had to emerge in droves, with countless monstrous talents.
Compared to it, the Wasteland was simply a backward, stinking ditch.
Of course, this also showed how prosperous the Wasteland had once been. Before the Dao Collapse occurred, the Wasteland had been one of humanity's supreme holy lands of cultivation, sought after by countless human experts.
The Tianxing City before them could not compare to the Wasteland of that era at all.
Feng Hua nodded. "Tianxing City has existed far longer than many Sacred Sects in Beiding Continent—at least tens of thousands of years. Bolstered by holy formations, and refined over generations by the willpower of Martial Saint City Lords and the King Wus within the city, it has become one of Beiding Continent's holy lands of cultivation.
Some aristocratic clans and sects even abandoned their original mountain gates and moved their entire clans into Tianxing City.
But saying it surpasses Sacred Sects would not be entirely accurate.
An ordinary Sacred Sect has, at most, over ten thousand disciples. Powerful ones may have several tens of thousands.
Yet Tianxing City has a permanent population exceeding tens of millions, and nearly all of them are martial artists. Everyone cultivates. No matter how dense the world's essence is here, it would