"Those still in this city are all descendants of the Seven Tribes."
Meng Chuan spoke calmly, but his heart was anything but calm.
"They've guarded this place since the Immortal Ancient War ended. Over the long years, every able-bodied adult has died in battle."
"Only the elderly, women, and children remain in the city."
"Why have the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands enjoyed peace for so long? Why has the Border Wasteland Emperor Pass never faced an attack by the Undying of the Foreign Realm?"
"It isn't because the Undying of the Foreign Realm consider the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands beneath their notice."
"It's because this city and these people have stopped every Undying who tried to enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands."
"Only True Immortals can see or enter this city. By the same token, the Undying of the Foreign Realm must face it if they want to enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands."
"Even Undying Kings of the Foreign Realm have attacked its gates. Yet powerful as they are, they couldn't breach this city."
"And none of the Seven Kings' descendants guarding this place have reached the Immortal Dao Domain."
Meng Tianzheng looked up at Emperor City, at the small, hunched figures along its walls.
He could not imagine how these heroes lived.
"Seniors! We come from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands! We're your kin, here to reinforce you!"
Meng Tianzheng's voice rang out. Deep emotion filled his eyes.
A True Immortal had addressed a Human Dao cultivator as his senior.
The man who had questioned them was an old man missing both arms. Hearing Meng Tianzheng's words, he studied him closely.
"A True Immortal?" He had noticed something.
"Yes. I'm a True Immortal of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands!"
"No wonder you