The North Sea.
Cold winds from the depths of the North Sea Continent swept across this remote, fathomless sea day after day.
Frost and thick fog were almost the only scenery here.
The howling wind was almost the only sound.
Only deep within that thick fog could the faint silhouettes of rafts and boats be glimpsed.
High in the sky.
A middle-aged man in dragon robes and the Golden-Haired Old Man stood side by side, looking down.
This mysterious, silent stretch of sea lay fully exposed before their eyes, without the slightest secret.
At this moment, within their sight.
An enormous bronze-colored city, intricate and exquisite but slightly damaged, lay half submerged in the sea, its other half rising above the surface.
Countless boats, large and small, converged on this ancient bronze city from every direction. Then True Martial Practitioners whose presences were no different from those of mortals emerged from the boats and entered through the city gates.
Around the city, a great many boats were also sailing outward.
Yet beneath the cover of the surrounding fog, all of this happened in silence.
Yang Que raised his brows slightly, somewhat surprised:
"These True Martial Practitioners actually have craftsmanship like this?"
The Golden-Haired Old Man was also somewhat surprised.
From what they had previously learned, these True Martial Practitioners were merely mortals, with nothing exceptional about them and no ability whatsoever to use Law Power. They had never expected them to build such an enormous city in this deserted North Sea.
Fortunately, Yang Que's question did not linger for long. He looked down at the enormous city with interest:
"That Ancestor of True Martial should be here, then?"
The Golden-Haired Old Man shook his head slightly.
The environment here was unusual, seemingly interfering with both cultivators' Law Power and Divine