A Core Formation cultivator's speed was far beyond anything a Foundation Establishment cultivator could match.
Even flying at an unhurried pace, Li Ping took less than four days to cross several countries and reach the outskirts of the Cloudmist Mountains.
Then the pale blue streak of light plunged into the Cloudmist Mountains.
Outside the towering gates of Windmist Immortal City, the pale blue light dispersed, revealing a graceful figure within.
Li Ping looked up at the gates before him and the endless stream of cultivators and mortals passing through them, and a trace of a smile appeared in his eyes.
He had not returned in nearly seventy years, yet the immortal city still looked just as he remembered.
Thinking back to his youth, he had struggled in this very city for close to twenty years before finally managing, through a stroke of luck, to reach Foundation Establishment. That had awakened his innate talent and set him on a different path through life.
So if he had an unforgettable moonlight in his heart-it was actually this immortal city, which held twenty years of his life and struggles.
With a faint smile, Li Ping shook his head and followed the crowd toward the gates.
Unlike Heavenly Wound Immortal City, Windmist Immortal City did not embrace all visiting cultivators like the sea accepting a hundred rivers, without asking where they came from.
Cultivators entering the city had to present an Identity Token, and Li Ping was no exception.
However, he had lived here in his early years, and his city Identity Token had remained in his Storage Bag ever since. There was no need to obtain a new one now.
His Identity Token recorded him as a Foundation Establishment middle-stage cultivator.
At present, Li Ping had also restrained his aura to roughly