At dawn, when the sky had only just begun to pale like a fish's belly, a streak of dazzling golden sunlight eagerly poured down from the east like golden threads, landing precisely among the rolling mountain ranges.
In an instant, the forests covering the mountains and plains seemed to have been carefully brushed with a layer of gold dust by nature, that wondrous painter. They looked extraordinarily bewitching, as though a gorgeous oil painting were slowly unfolding before their eyes.
A group of human slaves was carefully tending the various rare spirit herbs in a spirit-herb garden among the mountain forests.
Through that thin, dreamlike veil of mist, a city faintly emerged in the distance. That was "Lushan City."
"Lushan City" lay in the northeastern part of "Water Moon Heaven." Compared with those resource-rich, prosperous, bustling regions, this place was like a forgotten corner—remote and out of the way.
Yet this fief's territory was astonishingly vast. It belonged to a Void Refining Stage cultivator, and "Lushan City" was precisely the main city of this fief.
Although the fief was vast, only more than a hundred thousand Celestial Race cultivators lived inside "Lushan City," along with several hundred thousand slaves from various races within the fief.
At that moment, a Celestial Race cultivator appeared in the spirit-herb garden without warning.
The human slaves who were working looked up and caught sight of him. Their faces instantly went pale as paper.
The tools in their hands clattered to the ground. Their bodies began trembling uncontrollably, and then, with a series of thuds, they fell to their knees, burying their heads extremely low and not daring to breathe too loudly.
They knew very well that in the relatively isolated region of "Lushan City," the various fiefs rarely interacted with one another on ordinary