Chapter 1521: The Visitor from Immortal Mountain
The war chariot was dilapidated, its shafts nearly broken, made of some unknown wood that was dark and glossy, emitting a faint metallic luster. The wheels were carved from stone, grayish-brown in color, not particularly smooth, and somewhat rough.
These things were not the main issue. What truly shocked people was that the beast pulling the chariot was actually a stone tiger. Although it was missing one ear, was lame, with three legs of normal length and one leg broken off at the half, its imposing aura was still terrifying.
This was a Sacred Spirit, yet it was only used to pull a chariot. How could this not be shocking?
As soon as this ancient chariot entered the ancient continent in the sky, it caused an uproar. Many people focused their gazes on it, and a commotion arose.
"What kind of person is this, using a Sacred Spirit as a beast of burden? What background do they have?"
"This stone tiger is at least at the Saint realm, and has reached the peak. It is willing to be a servant beast for someone. The person inside the chariot is truly awe-inspiring."
The broken chariot slowly approached, not very fast. The person inside looked at the scenery along the way, gazing at the earth beneath the clouds, and sighed softly: "Along the way, I have seen magnificent mountains and rivers, a masterpiece of nature. How many years has it been since I last appreciated such scenery?"
Beside the chariot followed three attendants, all covered in black armor, even their heads and faces concealed, making it impossible to see their true features. The material was unknown, and even the Heavenly Eye Penetration could not see through it.
The ancient chariot occasionally drove out of the ancient continent to look at the scenery on the ground along the way. Compared to the ancient continent, the vast mountains and rivers on the ground held greater appeal for them.
"Dark City has existed for so long. It is an old place where one can taste all the joys and sorrows, partings and reunions. In this era, its mission will finally come to an end," the person inside the chariot murmured softly.
"Esteemed friend, may I ask you to step down from the chariot for a talk?" Shi Zhongxuan stood up and spoke to the ancient chariot passing by not far away. He stared at the stone tiger, his eyes flickering with light.
One of the attendants lifted the curtain. A foot stepped out from inside. There was no powerful fluctuation, no intimidating aura.
This was a man who appeared relatively young, with deep eyes and a very handsome appearance. However, his complexion was unusually pale, as if he rarely saw the sun, giving him a sickly, delicate beauty.
He was not particularly heroic, but exceptionally handsome. At first glance, he seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, but upon closer inspection, that was not the case. This was simply his aura, his natural state.
"Greetings to all." He clasped his fists, his syllables rising and falling with a unique rhythm and flavor.
At this moment, even Jiang Yifei stood up, clearly sensing the extraordinary nature of this person. He had a special temperament, and even though he appeared very ordinary, he could not be ignored.
Princess Yue Ling, Crown Prince Huai Zun, Feng Huang, and others all showed expressions of surprise.