Dugu Yan's Decision. The next day.
After yesterday's grand celebration, the joy of victory still had not faded. So everyone decided to tour Spirit City.
This ancient city of a thousand years was the most revered existence in the hearts of the continent's Soul Masters. After finally getting the chance to come here, how could they waste it? This hexagonal city had six main roads that stretched inward from walls a hundred meters tall, finally converging at the center. Because of this, Spirit City was divided by the six main roads into six districts.
Of these six districts, most were various facilities under Spirit Hall's jurisdiction, as well as resting places for the various bishops. Only one was open for tourists to visit.
Oakland's group arrived there, and as they looked at the incomparably bustling commercial district, they could not help but gape.
Although Dai Yao had experienced modern society in his previous life, the prosperity here still somewhat exceeded his expectations.
Painted corridors by smoky willows, emerald curtains stirred by the wind, and a hundred thousand households rising in uneven rows.
So this place was not merely a tourist area, but also where countless commoners and Soul Masters lived together. It was precisely thanks to these hundred thousand households that the higher-ups of Spirit Hall were able to enjoy such privileged lives.
They were the working cells of Spirit City, taking on all the complicated and trivial tasks in the city, such as sanitation and the like. They also had to serve the lofty Lord Soul Masters, so that those Lord Soul Masters could free their hands and focus on cultivation.
"Damn, the level of prosperity here could probably rival Heaven Dou City."
Dai Yuan Yi stared at the residences stretching all the way to the base of the