Gou Zai Fei Men made up myths

"Go and rest, everyone." Shen Mo waved his hand. "The road ahead is long. Similar things may happen again. Remember how you felt today, remember what the Central Region is like. Suppress your anger and resentment, hold it all in, and save it for the arena of the Heavenly Origin Tournament..."

His gaze swept over the crowd like lightning: "Give me back tenfold, a hundredfold! Use your strength to show everyone that the people of Qingyun Sect are not to be trifled with! My disciples, Shen Mo's disciples, are not pushovers to be manipulated!"

The crowd's spirits lifted, and the pent-up frustration in their chests seemed to find an outlet, transforming into a burning fighting spirit.

"Yes, Sect Leader!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices ringing out.

Shen Mo said no more and turned to face the sea of ​​clouds ahead.

The black cloud shuttle streaked across the sky, leaving that unpleasant airspace behind. Outside the window, the magnificent landscape of the Central Region remained as beautiful as ever, its spiritual energy still abundant.

But a different feeling had already settled over everyone's heart in the cabin.

Central Region, here we come.

They flew for another five days.

For the past five days, the Mo Yun Shuttle has been flying on the main route in the direction of Wanfa City.

As they drew closer to this famous city in the Central Domain, the number of flying magical artifacts in the air increased dramatically, like rivers flowing into the sea. Cultivators from all over the Eastern Wilderness, piloting all sorts of vehicles, converged on the same destination.

Shen Mo even saw several enormous ships, comparable in size to mountains, resplendent in gold, and guarded by the phantom image of a dragon. These were the iconic vehicles of the three sacred sites.

They also saw some strange and unique flying magical artifacts, from foreign cultivators from the East Sea, the Northern Desert, and the Western Wilderness, who brought with them a style completely different from that of the Central Plains.

The vastness and prosperity of the Central Region, and the immensity and diversity of the Eastern Wilderness, are vividly displayed on this crowded air route.

That afternoon, when the Mo Yun Shuttle passed through a thin layer of clouds and the view ahead suddenly opened up, everyone was still shocked by the sight before them, even though they had already learned about it from intelligence reports.

That was a city.

However, it can no longer be described using the ordinary concept of a "city".

It sits on a vast plain, and its walls are several levels higher than those of Zhenyuan Pass. The entire structure is made of a large, grayish-white stone that is warm and smooth like jade, yet subtly gleams with a metallic sheen.

On the city wall, countless runes, so dense and complex they were dazzling, flowed slowly like living things, forming a visible, pale golden, translucent light film that enveloped the entire giant city.

A stream of light occasionally flashed across the light membrane, emitting a breathtakingly powerful energy fluctuation.

The buildings within the city are not simply arranged in rows, but rather in a staggered and undulating manner, forming a unique rhythm.

There are towering towers that seem to pierce the sky; there are vast palace complexes with a solemn atmosphere; there are exquisite gardens and waterside pavilions scattered among them; and there are many pavilions and towers suspended in mid-air, connected by rainbow bridges, surrounded by clouds and mist, just like a fairyland.

The entire city was shrouded in a dense, ethereal aura, so thick it seemed to permeate the air. From afar, it shone with a radiant light, adorned with countless auspicious wisps, and exuded a natural, divine charm.

Faintly, one could still hear the clamor coming from within the city, a mixture of bells and chimes, stringed instruments, human voices, and animal roars, like the steady and powerful breathing of a sleeping giant.

Wanfa City.

One of the few super-large cities in the Eastern Wilderness, it is known for its "all-embracing and inclusive nature," and is the place where countless independent cultivators' dreams begin and come true. It is a gathering place for merchant guilds and small and medium-sized sects, and also a center for the exchange of various strange skills, unorthodox methods, and unorthodox practices.

Its long history and profound cultural heritage are said to be second only to Tianyuan City.

"That is... Wanfa City?" Li Xiaocao's mouth dropped open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

"Goodness... how many spirit stones would it take to build this?" Shi Tie murmured, for the first time having a vague concept of "wealth".

"That's the 'All Laws Return to One' formation on the city wall," Zhao Qingyan said, gazing up at the pale golden light membrane with fascination and awe in her eyes. "Legend has it that it can automatically identify, decompose, and transform most types of attacks, making its defensive capabilities the best in the Eastern Wilderness."

"It is said that countless small and medium-sized formations are set up inside the city, interlocking and interconnected, so that moving one part affects the whole... This is the true city of formations."

Shen Mo also quietly gazed at the colossal city that seemed to have stepped out of mythology. Unlike the transcendent, majestic, and symbolic nature of Tianyuan City, Wanfa City displayed a more all-encompassing, vibrant secular prosperity and profound cultural heritage. This was a microcosm of the cultivation civilization of the Eastern Wilderness.

The Mo Yun Shuttle did not fly directly to the city gate. A hundred miles away from the city wall, clear cursors appeared in the air, guiding all the flying magical artifacts to land in several designated "relay station" areas outside the city, which resembled small towns.

This is the rule of Wanfa City. Unless one has special privileges, no flying magical artifact may enter the city directly. They must dock at the post station outside the city and the people must enter the city on foot as a sign of respect for this ancient city.

The post station covers a vast area and is divided into countless parking spaces, which are now filled with all kinds of flying magical artifacts, making it look like a strange magical artifact exhibition.

The station stewards, dressed in uniform, busily moved between the various berths, piloting small frisbees.

After paying the parking fee and receiving their jade tokens, Shen Mo led everyone off the Ink Cloud Shuttle. Stepping onto solid ground, a wave of heat, a mixture of countless auras, washed over them.

The post station was teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, even more noisy than Zhenyuan Pass. Looking around, human cultivators made up the majority, but there were also quite a few people of other races.

There were the "Mountain Clan" members who were over ten feet tall, with bluish-gray skin and bulging muscles; there were the "Wood Spirit Clan" members who were lithe, with pointed ears and blue eyes, and draped in light gauze; and there were even a few ghost cultivators shrouded in wide black robes, with only two points of eerie green soul fire showing, standing quietly in the corner.

Various languages ​​and accents intertwined, creating a cacophony of sounds.

"Let's go." Shen Mo didn't linger at the post station. He led the group, following the flow of people, towards the gate of the majestic city.

Leading to the city gate was an extremely wide "sky-reaching avenue" paved with white jade.

On both sides of the main road, there are densely packed temporary stalls and simple shops selling food, drinking water, simple talismans, maps and other items, and business is booming.

On the main road, there was a constant flow of traffic. In addition to pedestrians, there were all kinds of strange mounts—fierce spirit steeds, honest stone rhinoceroses, graceful cranes, and even cultivators riding mechanical puppet beasts, rumbling along.

After walking for about half an hour, the huge city gate finally came into view.

The city gate was fifty feet high and wide enough for dozens of carriages to pass side by side. At this moment, the city gate was wide open, but more than ten passages were set up at the entrance. Each passage was guarded by guards wearing Wanfa City's standard spirit armor and exuding a strong aura, who were checking and charging those entering the city.

The line of people queuing to enter the city stretched like a long dragon.

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