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It stands there silently, like a weathered old man, quietly guarding this land and the creatures that once existed on it.

Just as everyone was awestruck by the historical depth of the ancient city, an elderly man with white hair and beard suddenly spoke, breaking the brief silence.

"This primordial imperial city is terrifying beyond measure! It has been stained with the blood of true immortals and immortals, and even immortal kings have fallen on its walls, while celestial kings have died within its walls!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Those present were all top experts from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and they had a good understanding of history, but they had never heard of such an astonishing secret.

In the present day, it is difficult to find even a single unharmed true immortal in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

This primordial imperial city was stained with the blood of true immortals and immortal kings, so one can imagine the weight of its history and the ferocity of its battles!

The powerful figures in the Imperial Pass, after hearing the old man's story, showed shock on their faces but said nothing, only snorting coldly and tacitly agreeing with the old man's statement.

Because they knew that everything the old man said was true, and that this primitive imperial city was far more terrifying and mysterious than they had imagined.

The old man's words merely opened Pandora's box.

Then, more secrets about the imperial city emerged like a tidal wave.

Some say that in its glorious period, in its brilliant era, the imperial city was bathed in the divine light of the heavens, which blessed the fortunes of all races. Even the strongest beings in the immortal realm had to bow their heads when they came here.

Some have mentioned that in some ancient era, the imperial city once held a grand ceremony to crown kings for those races that had made unparalleled contributions.

"Being conferred the title of king is a supreme recognition, representing his status. After being recognized by various tribes, it will form a sacred mark."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone exclaimed, "That...that's the mark of sinful blood!!"

Upon hearing this, the old man was speechless, stammering and unsure how to explain.

He had participated in the slander against the Stone Clan, and now that the truth was about to be revealed, his fear and unease had reached their peak.

Qin Yuan had already slowly approached the imperial city.

The closer he got, the more he could feel that ancient and mysterious power.

Scattered across the flat ground were countless skeletons, some of which were so lifelike that they seemed ready to come to life at any moment.

Qin Yuan could tell at a glance that all these creatures had died here.

But what shocked him was just how powerful these creatures were, that they could retain their vitality even after death!

And this is not an isolated case, but rather it happens everywhere!

Qin Yuan continued deeper and soon saw flames burning fiercely in an open space not far away.

That was no ordinary flame, but a strange, eerie blue, within which the skeletons and flesh of some unknown deities could be vaguely seen, being completely devoured by the flames!

This flame actually uses living beings as fuel!

Countless mysterious runes swirled and flowed around the flames, radiating a terrifying power that sent chills down one's spine.

Qin Yuan could tell at a glance that this was a formation at the True Immortal level!

What can be sealed with a True Immortal-level formation must also be a True Immortal-level being!

In other words, what is burning in these flames is the remains of a true immortal!

Such bonfires were not isolated cases; similar scenes could be seen everywhere within Qin Yuan's field of vision.

This shows that the immortals buried here are not just one or two, but countless!

This land is stained with the blood of countless powerful people, and bears endless tragedy and devastation!

Qin Yuan looked up at the city wall and saw several children.

They were young, the oldest being only fifteen or sixteen, and the youngest only seven or eight. They were dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Their clothes were tattered and covered in dust, clearly indicating that they had endured a long period of hardship.

Besides the children, there were also a few elderly people on the city wall.

They were wearing tattered armor and breathing weakly, clearly having suffered serious injuries, but their eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit!

Like warriors nearing the end of their lives, they still guard this land, protecting the last hope on it.

This scene caused an uproar among the spectators at the Imperial Pass.

They never imagined that after so many years, there would still be people holding on to this isolated city!

The presence of children and the elderly on the city wall further illustrates the fierce battles this isolated city once endured!

This is not a simple war, but a decisive battle for the survival of the race!

"This...what on earth is going on?"

"They...they're still holding out!"

"What a powerful will and what tenacious vitality that must have taken!"

They once thought that this isolated city was already deserted and had been conquered by foreign armies.

But now, they have seen hope, perseverance, and resilience with their own eyes!

This filled them with awe and admiration for the isolated city and the warriors who had fought there.

Inside the Imperial Pass, a terrifying thought arose in everyone's minds: Could it be that all these years, this isolated city has still been fighting against foreign lands?

What incredible willpower and tenacious vitality it must take to persevere for so long in such a desperate situation.

In an instant, many people experienced a dramatic change in their hearts.

They once believed the rumors and regarded the Stone Clan as sinners and traitors.

But now, they have witnessed firsthand the heroic deeds of the Stone Clan ancestors and the enormous sacrifices they made to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Can they continue to stick to their previous ideas?

Are a race, a people, truly traitors? Sinners, as some claim?

The old man on the city wall was initially very wary of Qin Yuan.

But when he saw the bright mark on Qin Yuan's forehead, the sacred symbol pulsating, tears instantly welled up in his cloudy eyes.

He looked at Qin Yuan, tears streaming down his face, his hoarse voice filled with barely suppressed emotion: "Clan...clan members..."

The old man hadn't seen his clansmen for many years, and at this moment, his originally dull eyes regained their luster.

He seemed to see hope, to see the future, and to see the continuation of the Stone Clan.

Qin Yuan also saw the old man's appearance clearly: his hair and beard were all white, his body was thin and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, and he exuded a strange black aura that was constantly devouring his flesh and blood.

He had only one arm, his clothes were tattered, and his armor was tattered, as if he had experienced countless brutal battles.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Qin Yuan was deeply moved and his heart remained unsettled for a long time.

These are my own people. They paid such a huge price to protect the heavens and the earth!

They endured so much suffering and hardship; even children and the elderly had to take up arms, climb the city walls, and fight the enemy to the death!