The Divine City stood majestically, like the abode of gods, with legends claiming it fell from the immortal world.
Ye Fan was about to set off on a journey. As he looked back at the Divine City, he felt a sense of grandeur and antiquity. It spanned a hundred miles, vast and boundless, having withstood the ages of Ancient Desolation to remain immortal even now.
"Take care!"
"Go on back!"
Ye Fan bid farewell to Li Heishui and strode forward, gradually disappearing over the horizon.
Ahead, An Miaoyi awaited him, her long skirt the color of moonlight. A jade belt cinched her slender waist, accentuating her graceful and alluring figure.
She was like an immortal flower, standing with poise and elegance, exuding fragrance. As the breeze blew, her long dress fluttered, and her black hair danced as if she might ride the wind away.
The two set off together, leaving the Divine City behind. Ancient woods and vines became scarcer as they prepared to leave this warm place.
