It was a multi-layered cliff. Halfway down the cliff was a gentle slope. Below the gentle slope was another steep cliff. The Yumin Kingdom was located between the two steep cliffs, like a ridge in the air. The first thing Qingyang saw was, of course, the mural on the cliff. The mural was three-dimensional in the sun. It was shocking to see it from a distance, as if seeing the reappearance of ancient myths. The second was the Yumin Kingdom stone tablet erected in the city. It was tall and majestic. It was the symbol and heritage of the Yumin Kingdom. On both sides of the stone tablet, you can see Yumin Kingdom feathered guards holding spears. Most of the buildings in the city were multi-story wooden buildings made of wood, most of which were double-story. However, some important buildings, such as the square, the royal palace, the altar, and other important buildings, were all made of stone. There were people coming and going in the city, both men and women, and a large number of feathered people were hovering in the sky. They flew up and down the cliff. The natural moat that ordinary people talked about was like a small stone step for them. There was a flagpole on the top of every household, but there was no flag. Qingyang Sanren huddled together, being caught by the feathered man and flying over the mountains and seas, gradually approaching. His head was dizzy from the wind, his face turned pale blue, and his whole body was shaking. He saw these strange wooden flagpoles from afar, and didn't know what they were used for. As the citizens of the Yumin Kingdom passed through the clouds, swept the snowflakes and landed on the flagpoles, and then entered the house through the open skylight, Qingyang Sanren understood the purpose of the poles. "So it's used to stay. Who are these people? What is the Yumin Kingdom?" "Who is the Lord of the Chiyan Kingdom? Why are Fengdu and Zhurong here?" "Chiyan? Could it be Mr. Chiyan?" Qingyang Sanren's heart was filled with various speculations, and he was also prepared for both situations. In addition to the mountainside, there are many buildings and workshops at the foot of the mountain. You can even see wisps of smoke curling up. The entire Yumin Kingdom is filled with an ancient atmosphere and flavor. Everything seems to have returned to the pre-Qin era. When you pay attention to the strange appearance of these Yumin people, it makes people feel as if they have traveled through eternity and returned to the era of myths and legends. The Yuren grabbed Qingyang Sanren and fell into the center of Yumin Kingdom, in front of the stone temple that was rebuilt on the ruins. Gliding with the wind, slowly slowing down, and then turning over with Qingyang Sanren, landing at the bottom of the stairs in front of the stone temple, grabbing him and running up quickly. "This birdman has great strength!" From the outside, the stone temple is divided into three levels. The gentle slope gathers up to form a spire. One by one, the ancient stone pillars go away along the corridor outside. The overall style is rough, but it looks majestic. This place doesn't look like a palace, but more like a sacrificial temple. The people living in the palace are not the kings of Yumin Kingdom, but their gods. Qingyang Sanren landed in front of the palace and immediately saw the winged man who had grabbed Qingyang Sanren come forward, kneel on the ground, and hand over a token. Two rows of guards holding spears and wearing military uniforms made of tanned animal skins stood at the door. One of the guards took the token and looked at Qingyang Sanren. "Is this the strange man that the king is looking for?" "Yes!" Although Qingyang Sanren was a little confused due to the cold, he could see that all those who were qualified to be guards were cultivators who had entered the Xiantian stage, just like him. "Cultivators with cultivation!" "Xiantian stage!" Two female winged people who looked like servants came out from the palace and put a white bear skin cloak on Qingyang Sanren. "Please come in, honored guest! The king invites you!" The furry bearskin cloak put on his body immediately made Qingyang Sanren feel a warmth in his heart. He felt much more comfortable. He held on to the bearskin cloak tightly and followed the two feathered servants to walk inside. The palace gate was made of some exotic tree. It was nearly five meters high and looked extremely bright red. It also exuded a hot air flow. The door was carved with a pattern of the ancient wind god flying in the sky, imitating the pattern on the mural. However, it seemed that the carving skills were not very exquisite and it looked a bit abstract. Most of the palace was made of wood, and the construction was much more delicate and exquisite than the exterior. Qingyang also saw a lot of painted pottery and bronze wares of different sizes. The large bronze wares looked ancient as if they were turned out from some ancient ruins, while the small ones looked simpler and newer. After passing through a major hall and entering the side corridor, he walked around for a while and finally saw Fang Xiu and Zhu Liu in front of a door of a side hall. Qingyang's tense heartstrings relaxed at once. Seeing the two of them was like seeing his relatives. He could no longer hold back: "How did you two come in? I thought I was going to be stranded here alone!" Zhu Liu looked at Qingyang: "It seems that you have suffered a lot!" Qingyang Sanren talked about his experience, and he shed bitter tears. Hearing Zhu Liu's words, he could not hold back. He kept waving his hands: "You don't know! How much suffering I have suffered along the way!" Qingyang couldn't help crying when he thought about it: "I haven't slept well for a day these days, and I haven't had a good meal!" Fang Xiu stepped aside, revealing a tall feathered man wearing a gorgeous red feathered robe behind him. His feathers burning like flames and eyes full of fighting spirit looked at Qingyang Sanren, making him feel familiar. The bird's head tilted, and Chiyan nodded to Qingyang Sanren. "Qingyang! After many years, we finally meet again today!" Qingyang was suddenly at a loss. Fang Xiu introduced, "Qingyang! This is the Lord of Chiyan! The King of Yumin, and also our old friend, Mr. Chiyan!" Qingyang looked Chiyan up and down, and opened his mouth wide: "Mr. Chiyan?" How could Qingyang remember that Mr. Chiyan was an angry bird? When did he become so tall and mighty. Qingyang's stomach growled at this moment, and he immediately felt weak all over. Although he didn't quite understand the situation, Qingyang knew that he had found the organization and was safe now: "By the way, is there anything to eat or drink? Give me some, I'm almost starving!" Chiyan clapped his hands, and someone immediately prepared it. "Qingyang! Don't be polite, just tell me what you want. It was you who helped me enter the Mountain and Sea Realm that made me what I am today!" "I, Chiyan, have always been grateful, and today is the time for me to repay you!" Chiyan spoke as usual, full of a formal feeling. Qingyang held the pottery pot in one mouthful and poured the broth into his mouth. He tore the roasted wild boar meat with little seasoning, looking greedy and unmannered, and looked like he was really hungry. "Fengdu! Zhurong!" "How did you two get here?" Qingyang Sanren said while eating and looking at the two of them. "It must have been a tough journey! There is no safe place in this damn place. There are demons and ghosts everywhere. Anything that pops out can kill people!" Fang Xiu and Zhu Liu looked strange, and looked at Qingyang for a long time without saying anything. Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and stopped tearing the pig leg: "Could it be that you two fell directly into the country of Yumin?" Fang Xiu pointed at Zhu Liu: "Zhu Rong fell directly into the country of Yumin, and there was a fight at that time. Zhu Rong set fire to several houses, but he was immediately captured by Yumin's Yufeng Envoy and thrown in front of Chi Yan. After a few questions, he immediately knew his identity." "And the place where I fell was not far away, just behind there, and I walked a few steps to get here!" Fang Xiu scooped a bowl of soup and took a sip, wiped his mouth, and looked like he had just gone out for a walk and came back. The pig leg in Qingyang's hand suddenly fell off the pottery plate, and his face showed disbelief. "So what? You two guys have been comfortably here wearing mink coats, eating barbecue, drinking hot soup, and hiding in the palace to warm yourself by the fire!" "And I was the only one outside in the snow and ice, freezing and hungry, and being chased by those monsters and demons? Fighting with jackals for meat?"