The temptation of the Empress's inheritance was too great. Once upon a time, this place had caused an enormous stir.
Unfortunately, so many years had passed, yet no one had found the Empress's inheritance.
In the end, the fervor gradually faded, leaving only a scant few who still occasionally searched with relentless perseverance.
Even so, the City of Hundred Battles remained extraordinarily bustling.
Many people had settled here.
The city's scale had expanded time and again. Compared to before, the City of Hundred Battles was now even more vast.
The inheritance of that white-haired man had landed Xu Zimo right on the outskirts of this enormous city.
The City of Hundred Battles had a total of thirty-two city gates.
Nearly all of these gates were open.
Xu Zimo had arrived at the third gate on the southern side.
Looking up, the city stretched in rolling waves, like a colossal dragon holding its proud head high between Heaven and Earth.
The city wall alone soared into the clouds, its end impossible to see.
The City Gate was already packed with people.
Stalls of every kind had nearly blocked off the City Gate.
Before the ancient great gate, two men dressed in flying-dragon robes stood ramrod straight.
Each wore a sword and saber at his waist.
Their eyes shone brightly, sharp as blades, sweeping over the people entering the city.
"The City of Hundred Battles is truly lively," Xu Zimo said.
He walked into the city.
His gaze casually swept over the stalls on both sides.
The left side mainly offered food, drink, entertainment, and pleasures, while the right side chiefly sold secret arts and divine artifacts, as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers.
"Do you have a travel pass?" When Xu Zimo reached the City Gate, the two men