Bianjing, atop the ancient ramparts on the western side of the city.
Where the Ascension Platform had descended!
Dozens of people had already gathered around it, while the stairway to heaven slowly extended downward.
At this rate, it would connect heaven and earth within a few hours.
Everyone's hearts burned with anticipation.
On Bianjing City's western side, the defenders had all been transferred to guard the main gate, leaving no soldiers here.
Moreover, this wall towered over eight zhang high. Scaling it was harder than ascending to heaven.
It was four zhang wide. Only martial artists of the jianghu could climb it like geckos crawling along a wall.
Furthermore, the God-Startling Formation shrouding Bianjing seemed to be deliberately overlooking this place, allowing everyone to climb up without concern.
It was like an arena, arranged with perfect precision.
A man and a woman climbed the wall together, only to see dozens already gathered atop it, some in groups of three or five, others standing alone.
"Beautiful lady, be careful. There are no weaklings here."
The eight-foot-tall burly man carrying a nine-ring broadsword had a bare upper body, knotted muscles, and an azure dragon tattooed across his skin. With thick brows and large eyes, he said, "They are all the foremost experts of the jianghu."
The woman holding a pipa had delicate features. Her expression was grave as she nodded. "These old monsters of the jianghu have all revealed themselves."
The man and woman swept their gazes across the crowd as though searching for something, before finally fixing their eyes upon the northern side of the wall.
More than a dozen Daoists sat cross-legged there, regulating their breaths as though no one else existed. All wore black Daoist robes, their auras deep and still as an abyss. No one dared approach them,