Shu Si had never seen such a vast world.
In Plentiful City, the teenager was used to the amazing means of cultivators. Once they were fortunate to see a righteous cultivator slaying an evildoer, the fire talisman burning half of the sky. However, regardless of which, it was really difficult to compare with what he saw this time.
"This is the real means of immortals." The teenager swallowed hard and then rubbed his eyes hard.
For a long time, he thought that the square around the big stone gate in the center of Plentiful City was already magnificent enough—it occupied more than ten square miles, could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and the ground was neat and clean just like a bright mirror.
However, it paled in comparison to the situation in the group of immortal tombs.
