July 21, 10010 of the Yulan Calendar. Baruch City was bustling beyond measure.
Today marked the official founding of the Baruch Kingdom, as well as the day of Linley and Dilia's wedding.
The royal palace hall was exceptionally lively, packed with guests. Those who had come were all high-ranking figures from across the Yulan Continent.
Zhou Tong was naturally among them as well. Having now reached the ninth rank in cultivation, he had officially taken over as Court Magician. Dressed in an expensive mage's robe, he mingled through the hall and quietly watched people from every faction come forward with their congratulations.
"Linley looks excited, but he's actually exhausted already!" Zhou Tong held a glass of fruit juice, a faint smile on his face.
Zhou Tong knew very well that Linley was the same kind of person as him. Neither of them particularly liked these so-called social occasions. What they believed in more was strength.
When people like them faced powerful enemies, they would likely grow even more excited, filled with boundless fighting spirit. But making them socialize like this was simply too tiring—mentally exhausting!
As time passed, more and more powerful experts appeared.
"Disciples of the Martial God Sect have arrived!"
"Lord Mackenzie has arrived!"
"Lord Oakesi of the Church of Darkness has arrived!"
"Three disciples under the High Priest of the Yulan Empire have arrived!"
Powerful figures from every side appeared, and all of them were Saint-level experts. Only then did everyone feel that mountain-like, terrifying pressure. Those who had arrived earlier and were somewhat weaker were already trembling with unease.
The Yulan Continent was ultimately still a world where strength reigned supreme. The lofty God Level experts decided everything, followed by the Saint-level experts who dominated their respective regions. As for everyone else, whether they were