Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

After leaving Qinglan City, Chen Qing headed straight toward Lingxiao City.

Several days later.

A massive city appeared on the horizon's edge.

The city walls stood over twenty zhang high, constructed entirely from enormous blue granite blocks.

The walls extended to both sides, stretching beyond sight, like a massive azure dragon coiled upon the earth, dividing the vast plains from the continuous mountain ranges behind.

This was Lingxiao City.

One of Yan Kingdom's eleven giant cities, the foundation of Lingxiao Upper Sect, and the absolute core of the Eight Dao lands.

Before even drawing near, the traffic of carriages and pedestrians on the official road had already grown dense as woven cloth.

There were merchant caravans loaded with goods, their escort flags flying, and there were martial artists in fine clothes on spirited horses, full of vigor.