Before long.
Mo Yehan and Ling Qiuchu led Chen Xun and the others through the gates of the Ling Clan residence.
The instant they stepped through the barrier at the gates, heaven and earth abruptly changed. Countless grand, ancient buildings and statues filled their sight, the entire place steeped in a solemn killing aura that stood starkly at odds with the peaceful prosperity of the Immortal Nation's imperial city.
Ahead, the Ling Clan's Old Ancestor had personally come to greet them. He was a One Tribulation Immortal, and there were no other immortals in the entire Ling Clan.
Qian Wuhen and the others' eyes widened slightly. They felt as though they had entered another Great World of slaughter and conquest. Though those imposing buildings and statues all bore the mottled scars of damage, their profound and weighty heritage came washing over them.
"What a powerful Cultivation Family..." Bai Xinghan stared in a daze, his gaze utterly shaken.
A sudden feeling arose in his heart, as if thousand troops and ten thousand horses had formed ranks and were staring at him, ready to tear him to pieces in the next breath.
So this was what strength felt like—the feeling of being invincible, of being impossible to destroy.
"Senior brother, this is a Military Court family. It cannot be mentioned in the same breath as a Cultivation Family." Qian Wuhen took a sharp breath. Though he had heard plenty of such tales from his old dad along the way, seeing it with his own eyes was an entirely different sensation.
Foolish Eagle cautiously raised his eyes. Those grand buildings stretched for tens of thousands of miles, seemingly almost reaching the horizon. There was no end in sight. Even the firmament slowly alternated between day and night, wondrous beyond measure.
Sea Macaque cupped