Royal Capital.
Shangjing City.
The morning light was still faint, and a line of golden radiance rose along the distant horizon.
Jiang Ning stopped, the soles of his boots kicking up the last wisp of dust along the Official Road.
As he stopped, countless gazes from all around the road immediately converged on him.
Anyone with some experience knew that Jiang Ning, who had appeared so suddenly, was a formidable Martial Artist.
But unlike elsewhere, the traveling merchants and passersby merely glanced at Jiang Ning twice before carrying on, neither showing fear nor retreating as though avoiding a poisonous creature.
At this moment, Jiang Ning had no mind for anything else.
He raised his head, and his view ahead was suddenly filled by that towering black shadow.
The walls of the Royal Capital were like a Black Dragon lying across the earth. The bricks, cast from Mysterious Iron, gleamed with cold light beneath the rising sun.
Between the battlements atop the wall, Imperial Guards in armor and carrying spears could vaguely be seen patrolling back and forth.
Those towering walls were like a great divide cleaving heaven and earth.
Their height was such that ordinary Flying Birds could not cross them, while even accomplished Martial Artists would find it difficult to climb them without tools.
In Jiang Ning's view, those who could cross the walls without external aid were likely limited to Grandmasters who had achieved the realm of the Heavenly Human.
But there was a repeating crossbow every ten paces along the wall. The cold light flashing on the bolts showed that these were no decorations, but deadly weapons capable of devouring lives.
Then, he looked toward both sides of the city wall.
Under the shroud of the thin morning mist, the walls stretched for an unknown number of