At the edge of the Fallen God Wasteland, the dark red sand began to thin, and gray-brown rocks and scattered withered grass gradually appeared on the ground.
Chen Ping and Jiang Xuelan walked for a whole day. The wasteland behind them had turned into a dark red line on the horizon, while ahead, the outline of a city was faintly visible in the twilight.
The city was not large. The city walls were made of black volcanic rock and were about ten zhang high. Every hundred zhang along the city walls, there was an arrow tower with a dim yellow light burning on the top of the tower.
Above the city gate are three ancient characters: Fire Crow City.
There weren’t many cultivators entering and leaving the city gate; most of them were rogue cultivators dressed in various colored robes, with low-grade magic artifacts and storage bags hanging from their waists.
Their cultivation levels are generally below the True Immortal Realm. Occasionally, one or two cultivators at the first or second rank of the True Immortal Realm can be seen walking by, and they are already the highest level of existence in the city.
“Fire Crow City.” Jiang Xuelan read out the name of the city gate, her gaze sweeping over the city wall. “The name is interesting.”
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