With a swoosh.
Ning Zheng opened his eyes again and found himself in a wilderness.
"The Thirteen Countries have not been united, internal conflict will make this tomb... very weak! It might even be the weakest among all the Imperial Mausoleums throughout history."
"I might be able to clear it out by myself, no need to let anyone else take the credit."
"If I can't handle it alone, I'll let three powerful helpers in for free."
His immense consciousness swept across the surroundings and quickly confirmed the direction of a city, heading there swiftly.
With a crack.
[Gale Imperial City]
A crude stone gate appeared before him, with towering tribal stone walls. The people wore linen clothes, appearing very primitive.
The dirty air was turbid and moist, cow and horse dung lined the roads, underfoot lay gravel paths.
