Qin Fengming's eyes flickered uncertainly as he looked at the towering city before him, built of black-green rocks and stretching for hundreds of miles.
The tall city walls looked as though they had been carved by knives and hacked by axes, and countless marks left by powerful attacks still scarred their surface.
Above the towering walls, he seemed to see the boundless Nether Soul Yin Mist surging and rolling, while countless Nether Soul Ghostly Creatures shrieked within the ghostly mist and madly dove at the walls in attack.
Judging from the marks, some deep and some shallow, it was clear that these rocks were no ordinary stone. They were black-green and exceptionally tough. Though they bore the marks of blades and axes, they had not suffered excessive damage.
There were many types of stone in the Cultivation World capable of withstanding the slashes of a Profound Tier cultivator, and Qin Fengming could not tell at a glance what kind of rock had been used to build this city.
Apart from the slash marks, the black-green walls were stained with blood that had long since dried and turned black. Looking at them, it seemed as though the walls of the entire city had once been bathed in cultivators' blood.
No one could determine how many battles had taken place here or how many people had once spilled their blood upon these walls.
Every section of wall and every block of stone seemed to recount an ancient, savage age, telling of one brutal battle after another.
The history of the Cultivation World had always been a history steeped in blood and slaughter.
It was not only Black Liao City. Wherever cultivators existed, conflict and killing existed as well. This was the main melody of the Cultivation World. It had appeared from the