Although Zheng Cheng had never visited the Ancient City in the core region, he had heard plenty of descriptions of it from other adventuring teams.
That Ancient City, whose age was impossible to determine, stood on a vast open plain. Its walls had been built from some unknown type of stone, their surfaces covered in the marks of years of erosion. From a distance, they looked like a sleeping giant dragon.
A broad river flowed along the eastern side of the city. Its waters were a deep blue-green, and its surface was still and unruffled. Yet beneath the water lived many exotic beasts skilled at concealment. It was said that quite a few of them had reached the Second-Order Peak.
However, most of those exotic beasts only moved about in the river. As long as no one approached the riverbank, they would not attack.
More peculiar still, the entire Ancient City was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.
Even at noon, no matter how fiercely the sunlight blazed overhead, when it pierced the clouds and spilled over the earth, it could only thin the fog shrouding the city slightly. It was never enough to disperse it completely.
The mist also carried a faint ancient aura that made people shrink back in awe.
In addition, several large adventuring teams that had entered the Ruins Space earlier had built a temporary town for resting not far to the northwest of the Ancient City.
Many crude wooden huts and tents had been put up in the town, and some people had even set up stalls selling medicine, weapons, and food.
More and more adventuring teams arrived at the town. They investigated news about the Ancient City while building up their strength, repairing their equipment, and preparing to enter the Ancient City and