Chapter 544: Register of the Martial World (10)
The Great Wall. A long, unending wall.
Though it stretched clearly left and right, its end could not be seen. It faded endlessly into a pale haze, swallowed by the yellow dust storms. No matter which way one looked, the scenery remained the same.
It wound along the distant ridgelines like the body of a coiling dragon, as if it were meant to seal off the world itself.
It wasn’t built by a handful of lives.
It was the martial feat of an entire nation.
That was the judgment of certain elite masters from the great sects, well-versed in supreme realms of cultivation.
They said the wall was imbued with the countless sacrifices buried within its stones—its resentment denser than that of any ultimate martial technique.
The section north of Beijing was no different.
Geyong Pass.
A massive fortress erected between the long stretches of wall.
Though called a gate, it had been built by the imperial Iron Clan on a terrifying scale. Its height alone reached eighty zhang. A cliff carved by human hands.
At this moment, two people stood atop the tallest watchtower of Geyong Pass: a young man in a purple long robe and a middle-aged man clad in worn silver armor.