Kingdom of Aolai, Imperial City, built on a small island as the center amidst millions of miles relying on the source of spiritual veins, could be described as magnificent and splendid.
At this moment, the imperial city was under strict guard, teams of cultivators clad in bright silver chainmail and carrying long spears patrolled sternly around the perimeter of the city. Inside the city, outside a palace on the west side, a well-equipped Imperial Guard mounted on exotic beasts surged like a steel flood outside the palace.
Inside the palace, the king of Aolai, Li Xuan, clad in a golden python robe, carried an imposing demeanor. He paced back and forth within the grand hall, evidently anxious.
Beside him in the hall, more than a dozen Daoists, either with flowing beards or broad and powerful statures, also continually furrowed their brows.
