In the night, the realm behind Qin Ming was a vast sea of mushrooms, colorful and dreamlike. Meanwhile, in the high heavens, shrouded in dark clouds and mist, the silhouette of an oppressive city faintly emerged, like the shadow cast by a giant beast, seemingly ready to envelop the entire land.
"Could it be... Yujing?" Qin Ming's thoughts wavered, finding it utterly absurd. How could he, in his adventure into the Otherworld, be so close to this legendary city?
Even Earth Immortals held it in great reverence.
Throughout history, many Ancestor Masters stayed in Earth City, unable to enter the true Yujing.
The night sky was silent, and that colossal entity had an unparalleled oppressive presence, suffocating anyone who gazed upon it.
Qin Ming stared at the straw rope swaying in the night breeze, somewhat lost in thought. It stretched to the city aloft in the clouds; could it be a path into Yujing?
