"What kind of mount is this? It only has two wheels, yet it can move with such wind-like speed and lightning-like swiftness?"
"The four-wheeled one ahead is even more terrifying. There is not the slightest trace of life aura, nor can any treasure aura be sensed, yet it can race away into the distance. This sort of strange mount is something this old man has never heard of!"
"Fellow Daoists, look quickly! That broom the person is using to sweep the ground seems to be a Desolate Artifact!"
"Hiss..."
"Just where is this place? Its foundations are actually this terrifying!"
The senior predecessors had barely set foot on Shadow Island when the sights along the way left them dumbfounded. There was not a shred of the bearing expected of ancient existences left in them; they looked more like a group of elderly gentlemen entering a city for the first time, their excited remarks rising one after another.
A little knife cutting one's backside—what an eye-opener.
Compared with the others, Jiang Yuan barely managed to keep his expression steady, but waves surged in his heart. As he followed their gazes and looked around, each wave of shock rose higher than the last.
After taking only a few steps along the sidewalk, he stared at the smooth road to his right, his eyes gradually widening.
That long road stretched straight into the city, vanishing as far as the eye could see.
It looked merely exceptionally level, seemingly plain and unremarkable, yet it gave off an indescribably strange aura, as though it did not lose out to the corridors of any great hall forged from immortal jade in the world.
Could it be that even the roads outside this city were no ordinary objects?
This was far too extravagant.
The more Jiang Yuan