Blackwater Imperial City.
Xiao Ying and the others formerly of the Black Tower Tribe had only just reached a giant island, and this was their first time entering an imperial city. They were immediately awestruck by Blackwater Imperial City's splendor and vastness. Fortunately, the Blood Xuan Witch King and the others were leading the way. Though the city was unfamiliar, they had no fear of taking a wrong turn and could leisurely savor its atmosphere. This, too, was a way to broaden their horizons and cultivate.
Blackwater Imperial City's walls stood a thousand zhang high and more than a thousand zhang thick, like sheer cliffs cutting across the heavens. They were dark black throughout, with almost no visible traces of masonry, and countless formations had been refined into them, including flight-restricting formations. Even Immortal Kings standing beneath those walls felt insignificant and small. This was the power of collective effort, the scale of pioneering new territory, and something only Great Adepts with immense divine abilities could accomplish.
The pitted, weathered scars on the walls displayed the weight and wounds of long ages. They also testified to the price and hardship their predecessors had endured to conquer this island. They were a symbol, a monument, and a deterrent.
Inside, people thronged like mountains and seas, and buildings stood packed together like scales and comb teeth. The tallest rose a thousand zhang, with a full hundred stories; the shortest stood only a dozen or so zhang, with two or three floors. Countless enormous towers and buildings ranged from several hundred to a thousand zhang tall. Walking through the city, Xiao Ying strongly felt like a country bumpkin entering a bustling metropolis in the early twenty-first-century Earth World for the first time. He doubted even an interstellar civilization from science fiction could accomplish