More than a year had passed since the great battle in the Divine Capital.
Over the past year, the Decagram Dao Palace had governed the land, and everything in the Divine Capital had needed rebuilding from the ruins.
After a year of construction, the Divine Capital, which had nearly been reduced to rubble, had now regained its former prosperity.
However, the spirit of the Divine Capital had changed completely compared to when the Nine Nether Clan had held power.
The Divine Capital was now clean, transparent, and harmonious. Its people lived and worked in peace and contentment; they valued martial arts without being fierce or barbaric.
Martial traditions flourished, rules were strict, and all under heaven stood as one!
Though the people here had low cultivation levels, they were not primitive, much less fur-clad savages who drank blood raw.
The young prodigies of the Moon God Clan found this somewhat hard to understand.
"Shouldn't backward places be backward even in quality and culture?"
By comparison, they thought the Divine Capital would have been more fitting if it were still in the tribal age.
This group sped through the skies above the Divine Capital, charging straight toward the Imperial City!
Such arrogant behavior naturally drew countless eyes.
Many civilians emerged onto the streets of the Divine Capital to watch, and some even tried to stop them.
Yet anyone who blocked their path was sent flying by these children, smashing into the ground and dying on the spot.
Others charged into the streets and summoned their consciousness gods, crashing through huge crowds as they played to their hearts' content.
They held other people's lives in the palms of their hands.
At their age, they were at their most unruly—when their destructive power was strongest, when they had the least respect for law,