The shelter the natives spoke of was roughly twenty kilometers away.
It was an ancient city—the kind that was desolate with age.
The city itself was quite large. The surrounding walls had mostly collapsed, but the damage was not the sort wrought by the damp passage of time. It had been destroyed by battle.
A terribly brutal battle.
The place was a sight of utter devastation. There were gaps cleaved open by weapons, damage left by explosions, and even enormous fist imprints stamped directly into the city. Whole swathes of buildings had been smashed to ruins.
Standing on the mountain and looking over, one could still feel it—even after who knew how many ages had passed—the incomparably savage killing intent lingering there.
It was as though that great battle had never ended, hanging on from ancient times until now without ever settling.
Even the air carried the scent of blades and swords. The moment one drew within a certain distance, they could feel it, and the closer they came to the ancient city, the more astonishing that atmosphere became.
"This should have been built by the Heavenly Court during the ancient Primordial World era."
Having settled on their next move and arrived here, the elderly man from the Heavenly Court frowned slightly, his expression turning solemn.
That was undoubtedly a pointless remark. Immortal Prison belonged to the Heavenly Court—could an ancient city inside Immortal Prison have been built by anyone else? Qing'er gave the old man who had spoken a puzzled look. What was the point of saying that?
It was not just Qing'er. Everyone else wore equally strange expressions, including the Heavenly Court's own Taiyi—well, with the exception of the Rain Department Taiyi.
Naturally, the elderly man from the Heavenly Court could feel the gazes around him. He promptly