Days later, the group entered a majestic city with walls a thousand zhang high, built atop an immense plain. From afar, it looked like a colossal beast lying in wait. The city was ancient, and each brick emanated an aura of vicissitudes.
At this point, everyone had changed their attire to resemble that of the indigenous cultivators from the heavenly road. To the casual observer, they blended in seamlessly with the typical cultivators of the area, entering the city without attracting any undue attention.
Bian Kaiyu's head had been sealed by Chu Mo and tossed into the storage ring. He didn't want Bian Kaiyu to interfere with his plans at this juncture.
Once there, they realized they could no longer see any cultivators from the Heavenly Realm. Everyone felt a tinge of loneliness, the kind that comes from being far away from one's own kind.
