They were about fifty kilometers from Tianxing City.
Yang Lingtian controlled the flying ship and slowly descended into an uninhabited mountain forest.
Tianxing City had a rule forbidding all flying artifacts from passing through the city.
All flying ships from outside had to stop in designated areas beyond the city.
Not wishing to attract too much attention, Yang Lingtian chose to temporarily conceal the flying ship in the mountain forest.
He set up a simple Concealment Array, completely masking the flying ship's aura.
Only then did he wake Yang Dingtian, who had been cultivating.
"We're here?" Yang Dingtian stretched and walked out of the cultivation room.
"Mm. We're going into the city."
The two of them disembarked from the flying ship and identified their direction.
Then they headed toward Tianxing City at an unhurried pace.
The closer they came to Tianxing City, the more cultivators they encountered.
These people came from all over the world, representing every race and every faction.
Their cultivation levels varied wildly, from the lowest-level Heavenly Gods to lofty Divine Lords. They had everything.
Everyone was in a rush, their faces filled with yearning and awe toward this divine city.
When the two finally arrived beneath Tianxing City's enormous thousand-meter-high gates,
the visual impact became even more intense.
Standing beneath the city gate, they were like two tiny ants.
Above the gate, the three large gilded characters "Tianxing City" danced with flamboyant strokes. They radiated an invisible pressure that made people afraid to look directly at them.
"Good heavens, these walls are way too high, aren't they?" Yang Dingtian craned his neck back, his face filled with astonishment.
Yang Lingtian said nothing, silently taking in everything around him.
He discovered that even the guards stationed at the city gate were all Saint God Realm experts without