Liu Zheng prepared himself and stepped into the Bronze Gate.
As soon as he entered, his vision widened.
Inside was not a narrow tomb chamber or a grand mausoleum, but a vast expanse of land.
Water flowed gently, paths crisscrossed, countless houses were lined up neatly, and there were faint sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking—a perfect scene of rural scenery.
However, strangely enough, although the fields were filled with various crops, Liu Zheng didn't notice any signs of life.
At the end of the settlements was a small but still grand city, with a high platform rising in its center, standing at least three or four hundred meters high from afar.
"Halt!"
As Liu Zheng was about to move forward, a voice suddenly stopped him.
Looking down, he saw a short, stout old man with a white beard and hair, dressed in a cloth robe and holding a Peach Staff, emerging from the ground.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass here?"
The old man questioned sternly.
