"This force? Its energy signature doesn't belong to the Ancient World? I don't quite understand, Lord Rus Wang."
Chen Xiaoyue looked at the strange color on the Map of Ten Thousand Mountains and Rivers and spoke uncertainly.
"Perhaps we should return to Rongyang City and find out how many years I spent hiding in Douluo Continent."
Rus Wang nodded.
"Then climb onto my back. We'll hurry."
"All right."
Mountain ranges stretched endlessly beneath the sunlight, which streamed through the gaps between their peaks and into the deep valleys. Snow that had remained unfrozen for ten thousand years crowned the mountains.
It was the hottest time of summer, yet the snow still hadn't melted.
This area belonged to Rongyang City.
Though it was clearly in the wilderness, there were no beasts roaring, no smoke from human settlements—only the rustle of treetops in the wind and the rush of mountain streams.
Between this mountain range and another lay a vast basin, where a magnificent city stood.
It wasn't Rongyang City, but a military pass.
After all, Rongyang City had been built more than five thousand years ago. Its urban population alone was nearly ten million, and this walled city couldn't hold that many people.
Even so, Qianqiong Pass covered sixty-eight square kilometers and was already enormous.
It was Rongyang City's first line of defense. Ever since the servants of the Ancient God Realm had opened a second front in the northern border and attacked the continent where humanity was concentrated,
the mountain range ahead of Qianqiong Pass had been devoid of any trace of beasts or living people.
The Living Corpses of the Northern Wasteland and even more terrifying monsters had sealed off the northern lands beyond Qianqiong Pass, turning them into a strange world that only the most strong-willed warriors dared