Ye Fan journeyed northward, flying for more than ten days. He crossed countless mountains and rivers, traveling an unmeasurable number of miles before finally nearing the Sacred City of the northern region.
The Northern Domain Holy City, an absolute center, was as renowned on this crimson land as the Great Primordial Mine. It was held in reverence by the residents of the northern region as a Divine Land.
Deep autumn had arrived, and the weather was already quite cool. On the bare branches, one or two remaining leaves occasionally hung on stubbornly.
The oasis where the Sacred City was located was extremely vast, spanning tens of thousands of miles and containing many towns. Compared to other states, the Holy State was the most peaceful. Even the most daring bandits did not dare to raid this oasis, as major forces had stationed personnel here.
