Half a month later, after sightseeing and enjoying the journey without rushing, Jiang Zhen and his group finally arrived at their destination—Spirit City.
From afar, this city, known as the holy land in the hearts of all Spirit Masters, truly could not compare in scale to a behemoth like the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. It even appeared somewhat "small."
Yet as its full outline gradually came into view, a unique aura of majesty and solemnity belonging solely to the world of Spirit Masters washed over them.
Its towering city walls stood eighty meters high, built entirely from hard granite and more than thirty meters thick. Their specifications matched those of an imperial capital's main city walls—and perhaps even surpassed them.
Most peculiar was its shape. Rather than the usual square, it was a standard hexagon.
Each of the six massive walls bore an enormous relief, identical to the designs upon Spirit Hall tokens. They represented six Spirit types regarded as the strongest, silently proclaiming the foundations and pride of this place.
The soldiers patrolling the walls were all Spirit Masters dressed in Spirit Hall's exclusive uniforms, their gazes sharp and their discipline strict.
This garrison alone far surpassed that of any imperial city.
Upon entering Spirit City, the first impression was not one of bustling prosperity, but of spaciousness and order. The streets were broad, yet there were not many pedestrians. Most walked in haste, their auras deep and restrained, clearly Spirit Masters.
There were only a limited number of shops on either side, and nearly all of them sold items needed by Spirit Masters—medicinal herbs, minerals, weapons, armor, and even Storage Soul Tools of less-than-top quality.
The entire city seemed like a precise machine tailored specifically for Spirit Masters—efficient and cold.
Jiang Zhen's gaze swept across the