The walls of Qiancheng rose tall along the western road, inscribed deep with protective runes. The city sat at the crossroads of three spiritual valleys and several mortal kingdoms. No sect owned it. No empire claimed it. From several li out, incense and street food already hung in the air, and the wall arrays hummed under it all.
Su Ming stepped off his flying sword near the eastern gates. Travelers packed the road. Cultivators, merchant caravans, and city guards all filled the place. The formation runes on the entrance gate gave off a dull silver glow.
If the rumours were real, the presence of a Saint-rank powerhouse was the real reason the major powers left Qiancheng alone.
Inside these walls, fighting was forbidden. Golden Core elders and Nascent Soul seniors pulled their auras tight before they crossed. Draw a weapon here, and the arrays would crush you and throw you out, permanently banning you from the city.
