Fire Cloud City's streets were ancient, the bluestone pavement pitted and uneven, worn down by countless pedestrians over a vast expanse of time, hinting at its profound age.
The city thrummed with vitality, awash in fiery red hues. The people of this state cherished the Fire Cloud Trees, which lined the streets like colossal blazing torches or like Fire Dragons slumbering by the roadside.
Ye Fan strolled along the main street, feeling utterly relaxed, like an ordinary tourist exploring the ancient city with a carefree demeanor.
In bygone eras, this city had been home to Ancient Nobilities. Though they were long gone, young cultivators still flocked here annually, hoping for a fortuitous encounter, a chance to inherit some forgotten legacy.
Alas, the Immortal Family, whose lineage had spanned over a hundred thousand years, had ultimately crumbled into the dust of history, leaving nothing behind for posterity.
