North Capital in Peril

Thick black fog coiled through the sky, drifting unpredictably. If one stared at it for too long, even a Mountains and Seas powerhouse would quickly fall into a dizzy spell.

Beneath the black fog lay the vast forbidden zone, its earth crimson red. Traces of living creatures could be seen everywhere, but the enormous footprints and claw marks showed that they did not belong to humans.

At some point, the weather in the forbidden zone had ceased to be chaotic. The violent rain and snowstorms, as well as the fierce hurricanes, were gone, and visibility had broadened. Yet anyone walking through it would discover that the atmosphere within the forbidden zone had instead become even more deathly silent, as though an even greater danger could descend at any moment.

As their gaze continued forward, an endless, majestic city wall came into view several dozen kilometers away.

Below the wall, camps flying countless banners stood in orderly rows. Above it, guards were posted every five steps and sentries every ten. Even from afar, one could feel the thick, almost tangible aura of slaughter.

The black fog spreading through the sky came to an abrupt halt outside the city wall, as if blocked by something invisible. Above the wall, vague figures could faintly be seen standing silently amid the clouds. They did not conceal their auras, and the powerful presence radiating from them gave the citizens living below the greatest sense of security.

Outside the city wall, two vigorous characters were inscribed above the main gate: "North Capital."

Even after two hundred years, those two characters personally written by the King of Jiangling still shimmered with a hazy glow, as though declaring that the figure who had spanned heaven and earth had never departed.

If one looked down from above North Capital,