The streets were as white as jade, while the buildings all around were fiery red. From afar, the capital looked like a blazing fireball, a natural wonder indeed.
Ye Lin borrowed the bronze mirror's power once more and looked over. Everything around him was rotten and withered, and those living beings were not living beings at all—they were merely lumps of rotting flesh crawling through the darkness in twisted shapes.
Though he felt intense revulsion inside, Ye Lin's expression did not change. The cultivators merely glanced at him before paying him no further attention.
Ye Lin made his way toward the very center. The cultivation technique was inside the treasury, and he had to find a way to enter it. However, the Fire Cloud Clan appeared to have a Heavenly Immortal guarding it.
Even as an Inner Sect disciple of the Firmament Sacred Land, he might not be able to get in. He could only think of another way.
"The imperial palace lies ahead, a restricted area. Fellow Daoist, take another route."
When Ye Lin arrived before a magnificent and imposing gate, a Fire Cloud Clan member whose entire body was crimson stopped him.
A scorching aura rushed toward his face, raising the surrounding temperature by several degrees.
"Fellow Daoist, I have come to see the Fire Cloud Clan Chief. I am an Inner Sect disciple of the Firmament Sacred Land, and I have an important matter to discuss with the Clan Chief."
Ye Lin took the Identity Token of his Inner Sect disciple from his waist and handed it to the gatekeeper. After the Fire Cloud Clan member inspected Ye Lin's token and confirmed its authenticity, he began contacting his Clan Chief.
In the end, Ye Lin still managed to meet the Fire Cloud Clan Chief by relying on