Chapter 6450

The outline of Wayfarers’ Haven gradually came into sharper focus at the edge of their vision.

Three blazing suns hung high above, their gold, silver, and crimson light weaving together as it poured down over the massive city rising from the Wastelands, casting it in an eerie dark-gold sheen.

The city walls were built from rough gray stone.

They stood about ten yards high, their surfaces densely carved with warding sigils.

The light from those sigils was chaotic—some blazing brightly, others already dimmed. They clearly came from different cultivators, each leaving behind their own style, with no unified pattern at all.

In the strict, orderly cities of the celestials, this would have been impossible.