Huang Liang Village, outside the main gate.
Yan Xi stood silently in place, exhaling a breath of turbid air. He couldn't help but wonder in amazement, "Is this the Huang Liang Village as described by Yan Zhan?! One wonders which formidable existence created this place."
In his cloudy eyes, there was clearly the reflection of a terrifying ancient city floating in an endless sea of illusory darkness. Although he felt no threat emanating from it, Yan Xi felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, even fear.
It was as if the ancient city itself was a vast and terrifying world.
In his palm, the Huang Liang Talisman that had brought him here silently turned into ashes and scattered, as if it had never existed at all.
Staring at this scene, Yan Xi pursed his lips and let out a heavy sigh:
"Alas, such a pity."
With that, he began to walk unsteadily towards the interior of the ancient city before him.
Step by step—
