To enter the Ancient Realm, one had to receive an invitation or be led in by a member of the Gu Clan.
Of course, if one was powerful enough to disregard the Gu Clan, then one stood outside the Gu Clan's rules.
Shi Yongheng looked at the vast, boundless grasslands before him. Lush and verdant, they radiated an intensely vibrant vitality, reminding him of the Xiao Realm once ruled by the Xiao Clan.
In one part of the grasslands stood a towering, majestic plaza of giant stone.
The giant stone plaza stood over a hundred zhang above the ground, supported by countless enormous stone pillars. From afar, it looked like a giant standing between heaven and earth.
Space above the plaza was twisted, silver light flashing from time to time. It was a spectacular sight.
Though the grasslands were vast, that was only true for others.
This city was not as imposing as he had imagined. It was built from pale azure boulders, and perhaps due to the erosion of time, it appeared somewhat weathered. An exceptionally ancient aura permeated the city, giving people a faint taste of antiquity.
The city was enveloped within a slightly transparent barrier. Though it appeared fragile, it gave everyone a sense of pressure that seemed to arise from the depths of their souls.
A glance at the city gate revealed nearly a hundred figures in black armor standing rigidly on either side, long spears in hand. Their sharp, icy gazes constantly swept the surroundings. Powerful auras spread from their bodies, making one sigh at the Gu Clan's truly grand display.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a familiar figure at the gate.
Wasn't that the guy who had gone to bring Xiao Xun'er back, thought highly of himself, and gotten sent flying by him?
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