At noon the next day, when the sun hung high in the sky, the experts staying in Black Wind City finally began to move out.
"Hehe, everyone, please follow me." Faced with their eager gazes, the master of the Black Wind Gate personally served as their guide.
For previous expeditions into the ruins, the Black Wind Gate had usually sent only an elder to lead the group. Today, however, its master had come in person.
There was only one reason: those two young people.
He still did not know the identity of the black-clad youth, but he had learned something about the icy maiden's background.
"The Yao Clan! An ancient clan with a legacy stretching back over ten thousand years, descendants of a Dou Di, with several Dou Sheng experts still presiding over it."
At the thought of that unattainable realm, the master of the Black Wind Gate could not help swallowing.
The Yin-Yang Evil Saint's Ruins lay less than a hundred li from Black Wind City. Even the weakest among those present was a Dou Emperor, so they reached the ancient ruins in just a quarter of an hour.
"Everyone, these are the Evil Saint Ruins." After flying over an endless stretch of wheat fields, the master of the Black Wind Gate pointed at the ancient city that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere on the plain and smiled.
The ancient city was only a little over ten li across and did not look particularly large. One side was covered in a white halo, while the other was shrouded in pitch-black fog.
Merely glancing at that terrifying fog was enough to stir a thread of savage bloodlust in one's heart.
Before the ancient city stood an ancient stone stele.
This stone stele had not been there originally. It