The carriage wheels creaked dully.
After several days of travel, that legendary holy land finally appeared on the horizon.
Spirit City.
It was not as bustling as Heaven Dou City, nor as martial and iron-blooded as Star Luo City.
The first impression it gave was one of oppression.
Its immense hexagonal walls resembled a colossal beast crouching upon the wasteland, its pitch-black maw thrown wide open.
The walls stood eighty meters high, entirely built from granite.
Sunlight fell upon them, yet reflected not the slightest warmth—only a grim, icy gleam.
"So this is Spirit City..."
Han Yuchen lifted a corner of the curtain.
His pupils narrowed slightly.
To ordinary people, it was merely a grand city.
But in the eyes of someone who possessed the [Star Atlas], a dense energy field hung over the city.
It was a natural pressure formed from the Soul Power of countless soul masters, accumulated over hundreds of years.
Ordinary soul masters who came here would likely find even their martial souls suppressed.
What an extravagant display.
Han Yuchen sneered inwardly.
This was no city. It was clearly an enormous Beast Arena.
The convoy slowly approached the city gates.
The people of Shrek Academy were all somewhat nervous.
After all, only a few days ago, they had been assassinated by Spirit Hall.
And now, they were about to swagger straight into their enemy's headquarters.
The feeling was like sheep walking into a tiger's den.
"Stop!"
A sharp shout interrupted everyone's thoughts.
At the city gate, two rows of Hall Guard Knights clad in silver armor raised their spears in perfect unison.
The cold glints of their spearpoints aimed directly at the carriages carrying the Shrek group.
A bishop in red robes slowly emerged from behind the knights.
He appeared to be in his fifties,