In the vast and boundless expanse of the Honghuang Continent, the law that the strong reign supreme hung like a blazing sun in the sky—radiant and unshakeable. If the Netherworld Condor King had harbored any hesitation earlier about becoming the mount of Du Bufan, it was now completely convinced and won over. To follow a monstrously talented figure like Du Bufan was by no means a burden; it was a supreme stroke of fortune that came once in a lifetime. In a Fantasy World where the strong stood as thick as trees, Du Bufan was like a dazzling new star glowing with boundless brilliance, possessed of infinite potential. Following him, the Netherworld Condor King seemed to catch a glimpse of the hopeful dawn of breaking through layer after layer of shackles and reaching a higher realm.
As the two conversed above the clouds, the majestic and magnificent silhouette of Tianwu City came into view. Tianwu City boasted towering walls that pierced the clouds, resembling an ancient and imposing giant dragon entrenched upon the earth. Every single brick and stone carried the vicissitudes of time, exuding an ancient and captivating aura. That aura was both the charm of historical sedimentation and the symbol of power.
Just at that moment, while the Netherworld Condor King's mountain-like colossal body was still at a distance, it was spotted by the vigilant guards of Tianwu City.
Chapter 143