The sunset leaned westward, burning red like a flame that consumed the dry mountains, igniting towering fires, making the heavens and earth entirely crimson.
At the top of the Qitian Inner City's city tower.
The ancient tower, paved with bricks and stones, had visible traces of wear, full of the aura of ages.
The hunched Old Monkey, dressed in cloth garments, sat cross-legged on this tower, resembling a wise elder. His eyes, glittering with golden light, gazed at Li Che, as if penetrating Li Che's current state.
In fact, beneath the Qitian Outer City, countless eyes were cast upon the Inner City tower.
The ancient deity revived from death, sitting majestically atop the tower, like a monument carved with the marks of time.
The realm of the strong present was not low; those daring enough to come to Qitian City were essentially those who had reached the peak of cultivation in the human world.
Martial Saints, Divine Fetuses, and even top-level peak and Great God strong ones.
