A month later.
Since leaving the White Tiger King City last time, Zhang Xiaohao had been relentlessly heading towards Shen City.
Under his frenzied use of space manipulation talent, the journey from the White Tiger King City to Shen City, which spans billions of kilometers, took only a month to complete, and he already arrived outside Shen City.
Standing amidst the vast mountains, Zhang Xiaohao gazed at the direction of Shen City.
A massive and boundless city fortress stood there firmly, its enormous walls towering into the clouds, majestic and powerful, like a celestial palace on earth, truly breathtaking.
Apart from the city walls, countless cultivators streamed towards Shen City in an endless flow.
No matter what realm the cultivators were in, when they got to Shen City, they all descended from the sky, walking towards the city on foot, resembling tiny black dots.
Zhang Xiaohao only watched for a moment before withdrawing his gaze.
