Song Zhong and the cultivators behind him all frowned as they looked at the newly appeared words on the stone stele before them.
"Finally... we're finally here!" An old man who looked as withered as dead wood glanced at the city gates, his voice faintly trembling with excitement.
But beside him, another cultivator in a splendid long robe said coldly, "Don't be happy too soon. The feeling this place gives me is countless times more dangerous than outside."
The people around them fell silent, but their faces all showed agreement.
No one was a fool.
There were rules outside, and this city had rules too. Moreover, it looked as though there might be even more rules inside the city.
In truth, none of that was the reason they were so worried. The main issue was that the rules here restricted their strength. If they could not use their power, they had not the slightest sense of safety.
Even if they were Saints, Quasi-Saints... if they could not use their own power, what did they count as!
The main thing was that this world was far too strange. It actually had so many rules—and they were the rules of gods!
Of course, although they felt the city was even more dangerous, they still had to enter!
If they did not, then after night fell, if they had not entered the city and found a house, they would die!
After their shock passed, the crowd of cultivators surged into the city one after another.
Song Zhong had only just stepped into the city when, in the next moment, a faint dizziness washed over him.
He instantly felt as if something had suddenly poured into his body, sealing away his immortal qi and his Dao foundation completely.
In an instant, the surging, unending