Everything is set!
Lin Tian paused slightly above Wangri Ancient Town before stepping onto his sword and cutting through the vast night, streaming like light and shadow, heading straight for Yanjing!
In just a few minutes, Lin Tian appeared above Yanjing on his flying sword.
The sprawling city lay like a sparkling circuit board spread across the vast land.
The constellation above the night sky was completely obscured by the city's neon lights, only vaguely visible.
Looking down at this seemingly boundless modern metropolis, the corners of Lin Tian's mouth subtly curled up:
"Yanjing, perhaps just the tip of the iceberg in the entire North Continent! Xuelu Inn, Corpse Valley, Candle Nether Valley, True Yang Palace, they could all overturn this place!"
He murmured softly, squinting his eyes and showing a thoughtful look, "I also wonder what exactly the Dragon Hall is? If the chance arises, I must experience it!"
