Half an hour later, Jiang Chen and his group arrived in Yucheng, then left the city and headed onward in a particular direction. Along the way, they saw numerous signs reading "No entry" and "Restricted military area," along with extensive barbed-wire cordons.
As their surroundings grew increasingly desolate, a strange, jagged mountain range appeared ahead in the wilderness.
Su Ling began directing Tie Zhu to wind through the mountains along a specific route.
Quite a few others could be seen following the same winding route. Powerful figures swept through the air, while Unusual Persons and Netherworld Messengers of average strength raced along the ground...
Occasionally, they even spotted a few familiar faces.
No one greeted anyone during the journey. That was the rule.
Still, the arrival of a massive Flood Dragon drew surprised looks from many people. Then, realizing who was riding on it, they hurriedly turned their heads away, not daring to look any longer.
After they circled nine times, mist suddenly rose around them. Once they passed through the thick mist and their view cleared again, Sister Hong could not help crying out in surprise.
"What is this?!"
Jiang Chen looked up, equally taken aback.
It was as though they had stepped into another world. Towering, magnificent mountain peaks stood before them, forming an ancient formation resembling the Eight Trigrams when viewed from above.
The formation eye was a city.
Most importantly, these mountains clearly covered more than five or six times the area of the wilderness mountain range they had entered.
And beyond the "Eight Trigrams," thick mist obscured the land, which seemed to extend even farther.
"Xiao Chen, are we still on Blue Star?" Sister Hong could not help asking.
Jiang Chen looked at Su Ling.
"In a sense, yes, because this place is part of