Before long.
Mo Ye Han and Ling Qiuchu led Chen Xun and the others through the gates of the Ling Clan residence.
The instant they stepped through the gate's barrier, heaven and earth changed abruptly. Countless grand ancient buildings and statues came into view, steeped in a grim, killing air entirely at odds with the peaceful prosperity of the Immortal Kingdom's Imperial City.
Ahead, the Ling Clan's old ancestor had personally come to receive them. He was a One-Calamity Immortal, and there were no other Immortals in the entire Ling Clan.
Qian Wuhen and the others' eyes widened slightly, feeling as though they had entered another great world of slaughter and conquest. Though those towering structures and statues all bore mottled scars of ruin, their profound and weighty heritage came crashing toward them.
"What a powerful cultivation clan..." Bai Xinghan was dumbfounded, his gaze filled with shock.
A sudden sensation rose in his heart, as though countless soldiers and horses were arrayed in formation, staring him down, ready to tear him into pieces in the next breath.
So this was what strength felt like—the feeling of something that could not be defeated, could not be destroyed.
"Senior Brother, this is a Military Court clan. It cannot be mentioned in the same breath as a cultivation clan." Qian Wuhen drew a sharp breath. He had heard plenty of such stories from his father along the way, but seeing it with his own eyes was an entirely different feeling.
Silly Eagle cautiously raised his gaze. Those immense buildings stretched for tens of thousands of miles, seeming almost to reach the very edge of the sky. Their end was nowhere in sight, while even the firmament slowly alternated between day and night, wondrous beyond measure.
Sea Macaque cupped his hands toward all directions