When Mu Chen set foot in the Borderlands, a land steeped in the flames of war and heroes' blood through the ages, the first thing he felt was a vast pressure, condensed to the utmost!
Heaven and earth presented a strange sight here.
Overhead stretched an eternal, dusky yellow, as though the murderous aura of countless eras of warfare and undying battle will had long stained the sky, becoming its underlying color.
The clouds hung low, heavy as mountains. As they slowly churned, faint echoes of warhorses screaming amid clashing weapons mingled with the mournful cries of the Great Dao.
The Imperial City stood here like a vast world unto itself. Before he had truly approached it, its unmatched presence already filled every inch of space like an invisible tide, bearing down on every wisp of his primordial spirit!
Up close, the spectacle resembled the very opening of heaven and earth.
Endless clouds of chaos mist spread out of the void, winding around the immense city, slowly flowing and drifting.
Points of faint light glimmered within them. Occasionally, indistinct Dao patterns flashed and vanished, as though enacting the primordial mysteries of worlds being born and laws taking shape.
Guarded by this sea of chaos mist, the Imperial City revealed its imposing form.
Its walls were forged from the remains of stars, neither metal nor stone, their dark hue weathered by countless tribulations yet never worn away. They were covered in unimaginable scars.
The walls soared so high that their tops could not be seen, blurring the boundary between city and sky!
One great, real star after another slowly orbited the walls along profound trajectories. Their starlight was absorbed by the walls, becoming flowing patterns of light that replenished their power.
Vast rivers of stars wound around the city like dazzling