As they neared the Primordial Imperial City, corpses that had not crumbled to dust began to appear on the ground, scattered here and there.
Their clothing was ancient. Even in death, they remained undying, an air of majesty radiating from them.
From these remains, Meng Tianzheng sensed the aura of the Immortal Dao. Figures of the Immortal Dao had fallen here.
But it was not merely figures of the Immortal Dao. Even Immortal Kings and Undying Kings had died in battle here.
"The grandeur of those days may never be seen again." The Heavenly Desolate Halberd gazed at the Emperor City nearby and spoke softly.
"I once heard that the Seven Kings of the Borderlands guarded this city during the Immortal Ancient Era. Were all seven of them Immortal Kings?"
Meng Tianzheng asked. He knew little about this city. Legends abounded, but no one had seen it for themselves.
Meng Tianzheng naturally knew the legend of the Seven Kings guarding the Border Wasteland.
If they truly had been seven Immortal Kings, how astonishing would that be?
"During the Immortal Ancient Era, all seven were indeed Immortal Kings," the Heavenly Desolate Halberd said with a nod.
Meng Tianzheng was shaken. Seven Immortal Kings, on top of the others whose names he knew. How powerful the Immortal Ancient Era must have been, yet it had still lost to the Foreign Realm.
"Was the Foreign Realm truly that strong..." Meng Tianzheng's voice caught.
"A realm powerful to the Ultimate Peak." The Heavenly Desolate Halberd acknowledged it, but his gaze remained fixed on the Primordial Imperial City, his feelings tangled.
"I wonder how much longer this city can endure."
"It has weathered endless ages, witnessed history's rise and fall, glory and disgrace. It is older even than the Immortal Ancient Era. Must it be