North Sea.
From the depths of the Northsea Continent, the icy winds have been day after day sweeping over this vast and serene sea.
Ice and thick mist are almost the only landscapes here.
The howling icy wind is almost the only sound here.
Only deep within this thick fog, one can faintly see the silhouettes of rafts and boats, intermittently visible and hidden.
High above.
A middle-aged man in a Dragon Robe and a blond elder stand side by side, overlooking from above.
This mysterious and silent sea area is completely clear in their eyes, without any secrets.
At this moment in their line of sight.
A complex and exquisitely crafted yet slightly damaged giant bronze city is half submerged in the sea, and half emerging from the water.
Countless ships, large and small, gather from all directions toward this Bronze Giant City. Then, True Martial Cultivators, indistinguishable from mortals in aura, walk out from the boats, entering the city through the gates.
