Several days later, Wang Wu appeared once more outside Qingshuang City.
This place differed from Dragon Head City. Let alone mortals, even cultivators below the First Rank—no, Earth Immortals below the Third Stage—were not permitted to appear here.
Because they were not qualified.
In a sense, Qingshuang City was like the Immortal Realm spoken of by mortals...
The foundation of the entire Qingshuang City resembled an enormous mushroom. Its vast cap spread outward, sealing off the entrances and exits of the Frost Domain's inner region. Without breaching this place, one could forget about entering the inner region.
It was extremely secure.
Naturally, the mortals and cultivators inside could not leave either, unless they cultivated to the Third Stage of Earth Immortal and could "ascend in broad daylight."
Qingshuang City had been built atop that giant mushroom, filling it to the brim. Cliffs surrounded it on every side, leaving not the slightest gap outside.
There were no city gates, much less any exits. In fact, within a radius of a hundred and fifty thousand li around Qingshuang City, dense formations and restrictions covered everything. More than two hundred thousand years had passed since the first formation was deployed, and every few centuries, Grand Unity True Immortals specifically responsible for the city's defenses would add new formations according to their own ideas and preferences.
By now, it had become a veritable mountain of shit formations. Apart from those few old fellows specifically responsible for it, even Frost Lord would never find a path through this place.
Fortunately, there was still the sky.
At this moment, a giant ship was docked here.
It did not look particularly large—only several thousand kilometers in circumference and several hundred kilometers tall. One thousand eight hundred Three Calamities Long Sails towered from earth to sky, as though