In the vast starry sky...
A massive fragment of a continent emerged, like an ancient plate that had been shattered by the gods and then pieced back together.
It floated in the void, emanating a faint halo.
This place is the middle and later section of the ruins, a place where the Three Thousand Provinces converge. No matter which state the strong come from, they will all gather here.
On the continent stands a magnificent and vast ancient city.
The ancient city is entirely built of a type of rock that gleams with an ancient luster. The city walls are covered with dense array patterns, and a stone statue hundreds of feet tall stands at the city gate.
The stone statue, holding a long halberd, has an indistinct face and seems to be the guardian of this ancient city.
Around the ancient city, countless figures floated in the void.
They converged from all directions, densely packed, like a dark, oppressive tide.
Humans, Demon Race, the most outstanding talents from various royal families and ancient lineages, as well as cultivators riding all sorts of rare and exotic beasts.
Each one exuded a powerful life force, intertwined with terrifying laws.
The powerful individuals who have made it to this place are all formidable figures who have swept across their regions! Sage are everywhere, and there are quite a few at the Great Sage Realm.
"Another new person has arrived!"
" The Dragon Clan's Great Saint are going to search you again!"
The void gate at level twenty-five flickered, and the crowd parted to the sides, making way for a wide passage.
Several tall figures clad in dark gold armor walked into the ancient city.
The leader was a burly man with a resolute face. His dark golden dragon eyes, filled with a hint of irritation and arrogance, swept across the surroundings.
"Snort!"
He was followed by four of his clansmen, all of whom possessed auras around the Early-stage Great Saint. They made no attempt to conceal their oppressive aura, forcing many cultivators to retreat in their wake.
This is a patrol team sent by Long Aotian.
They specifically stopped people at the city gate... claiming it was to prevent impersonation, but in reality, they were checking everyone entering the city, trying to catch the Lin Clan son, fearing that Lin Fan might slip through.
"Has the Lin Clan son not appeared yet?"
One cultivator exclaimed, "I've been waiting so long my chrysanthemums have all withered! Is this stalling for time? Or are they really afraid of Long Aotian?"
To put it bluntly, many cultivators came here to wait for the Lin Clan son to appear.
I'm getting a little impatient!
As they spoke, some people couldn't help but look at the city gate with awe.
In the most conspicuous spot at the city gate, a figure was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps.
He was tall and strong, covered in a layer of dark gold dragon scale armor, with golden hair flowing like a waterfall, his eyes slightly closed, and a faint dragon aura surrounding him.
A dark golden dragon shadow slowly coiled behind it, like an ancient deity lying in wait.
It was Long Aotian.
He didn't open his eyes, nor did he move.
But standing beside him were several figures, each exuding the pressure of Great Saint Sage, like several silent guardians.
"Not necessarily!"
One cultivator said, "Given the Lin Clan son's lawless nature, who is he afraid of? Perhaps something has delayed him!"
"Buzz!"
Several streaks of light descended from the void in the distance, among which one figure was particularly eye-catching.
The leader was a woman, slender and wearing a moon-white cloak that covered most of her face, but her vague outline could still be vaguely seen.
She was followed by two companions, both of whom were equally extraordinary.
A group of people curiously looked around. "Is this the middle section of the ruins? So many powerful individuals, the competition must be incredibly fierce!"
Some of them looked grave.
Someone shouted, "It's not the Lin Clan son!"
The Dragon Clan, a Early-stage Great Saint, swept his gaze around and quickly locked onto a group of people not far away.
"Stop!"
A loud shout came from the entrance of the ancient city.
A powerful Dragon Clan warrior clad in dark gold armor strode forward, leading a squad of imposing Dragon Clan guards, and blocked the path of the group.
Which state are you from?
The Great Saint of the Dragon Clan spoke, his voice booming like thunder. "What's your name? State your name."
The woman in the pale white dress frowned but did not answer.
One of her companions couldn't help but say, "We're from Tianxuan Province. We're disciples of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, here to challenge the trials. Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"
" Tianxuan Sword Sect?"
The Great Saint of the Dragon Clan sneered, "Never heard of that. Everyone entering the city must undergo inspection by my Dragon Clan."
"On what grounds?"
The woman in the long, moon-white dress finally spoke, her voice cold and tinged with displeasure, "All the major powers in the city have gathered here, and everyone is passing through on equal footing. Why should your Dragon Clan conduct a body search?"
Her aura was formidable; she was indeed a Great Saint!
The Great Saint of the Dragon Clan remained unfazed, displaying his domineering and unrestrained nature. "The Dragon Prince has ordered that any swindlers be prevented from infiltrating the city, and that the checkpoints be secured without fail! If you cooperate, I will allow you to pass."
A powerful dragon aura swept out, as if it were about to attack at the slightest provocation!
Hehehe!
An older cultivator flashed a set of large, yellow teeth. "Another beautiful fairy has fallen victim!"
The other cultivators were not surprised at all!
Clearly, Dragon Clan cultivators frequently engage in this kind of shady dealings!
Dragons are inherently lustful!
I've been waiting for Lin Fan for so long, I'm really irritable and need to vent...
A Dragon Clan companion beside him lowered his voice to remind him, "The dragon prince said we shouldn't make enemies so easily..."
The Great Saint of the Dragon Clan waved his hand impatiently. "Why make enemies? Besides, the Dragon Prince has been waiting for that Lin Clan son for so long. If someone slips through and he sneaks in, it concerns the supreme inheritance of our clan. Can I bear the responsibility?"
Upon hearing this, several guards stepped forward at the same time.
They were aggressive, looking like they were about to take them down.
If something goes wrong, no one can afford to take the blame.
His tone grew increasingly hostile. "You lot, cooperate with the inspection, honestly state your origins, and condense a drop of your essence blood for questioning, or don't blame me for being impolite."
The woman in the pale white dress frowned.
A young cultivator stepped forward, shielding the woman behind him, and said, word by word, "Sir, the Dragon Clan is not invincible, Immortal Ancient Ruins are not yours to decide!"
"If you continue with this unreasonable behavior, don't blame us for being impolite..."
He could tell that the Dragon Clan expert's target was his Daoist partner, the woman in the moon-white dress, so he naturally wouldn't give in easily!
"Who do you think you are, to presume to teach me how to do things?"
The Dragon Clan Great Saint grinned, "She's your woman? Heh heh... I've changed my mind, I have a bold idea... Hehe!"
Suddenly, a dragon claw shot out.
The dragon claw, imbued with the power of laws at the Early-stage Great Saint, pressed down on the youth's shoulder like a small mountain.
He wanted to suppress this man on the spot and ravage his woman right in front of him!
boom!
However, the dragon claw stopped in mid-air and remained motionless the moment it was about to fall.
Just then, a dragon's roar resounded through the heavens, as if the Ancestral Dragon of the primordial era had awakened from its slumber, carrying with it unparalleled supreme Dragon Clan power, instantly suppressing all the noise at the entrance of the ancient city.
"Um?"
The Dragon Clan expert froze, his hand reaching for the woman stopping in mid-air.
His pupils constricted sharply as he sensed a pressure far exceeding his own level—a suppression emanating from the depths of his bloodline.
He stood frozen in place, his face pale, cold sweat dripping down his face.
He looked back and saw a golden streak of light swooping down from the sky, with nine True Dragon pulling a chariot that descended from the heavens and landed directly in front of the ancient city entrance.
The dragon's claws pressed down on the ground, raising a cloud of golden dust. Its whiskers cascaded like waterfalls, its eyes shone like the sun, and the nine Pure-Blooded True Dragon bowed their heads in unison, like a group of guards welcoming their master.
The carriage curtain fluttered slightly, and a figure in white stepped out.
It was Lin Fan!