The City of Exile

The grayish-black remains of the Yan Immortal had accumulated to an unimaginable degree, and it was unknown how many years they had been soaked in the Endless Sea.

They were once the overlords of a region, but now they had fallen miserably and become the foundation of the Heavenly Continent.

On this continent, there was a magnificent and treacherous giant city.

"Should I use a supreme treasure to exchange for it, or should I leave behind some fate energy?"

A short black-robed old man spoke in a low voice in a deep corridor in a giant city made of unknown materials.

Standing in front of him was a skinny Grand Yan Immortal.

"Leave behind some fate energy," He said in a low voice, then stretched out his palm and condensed a drop of relatively pure fate energy from his palm.

The black-robed old man did not say much. After reaching out to take the drop of luck, he allowed it to enter the giant city.