After a period of travel, Ye Lin followed Yun Qiyue to their destination, Origin Holy City.
Before them stood a massive, ancient city.
The city had been built amid three mountain ranges.
Within a natural basin rose a majestic, ancient metropolis.
Why call it ancient?
Even if Yun Qiyue had not told him beforehand, Ye Lin would have known now that this city was ancient.
Because the weight of history that rushed toward him was far too dense.
It did not feel fake in the slightest.
This weight of history was not something tangible, but more like a feeling.
I just feel that this city is incredibly ancient.
Before the enormous city gates stood two gigantic jade qilins. The emerald-green jade qilins glimmered with an alluring luster beneath the sunlight.
Moreover, the jade qilins had been carved so vividly that they seemed real.
The jade qilins guarded the city gates.
The gates before them were incomparably huge and carried a trace of solemn heaviness.
Yet at this moment, the gates stood wide open, allowing cultivators to come and go freely.
Streams of light flashed through the sky.
These cultivators did not fly directly into the city. Instead, they obediently arrived before the gates and entered on foot.
No one dared to fly over the city.
"This is Origin Holy City. Flying is forbidden above the Holy City, and loud noise is forbidden within it."
"Once we go inside, you must remember these two rules."
"Also, fighting is forbidden within the Holy City. Remember not to violate the rules."
"Once you break them, even Master will find it difficult to pull you out."
Before entering Origin Holy City, Yun Qiyue looked at Ye Lin and reminded him with a grave expression.
Ye Lin merely nodded lightly.
He followed Yun Qiyue into