Mystic Sect

Azurewood Royal City was vast, its walls towering, incredibly thick, and etched with patterns that seemed to date back to the immemorial age. It was said they had been built from ironwood that had grown for over ten thousand years—impervious to water and fire, unbreakable by blades and weapons.

As for who had built the city, that was impossible to determine. Even the most learned elder here could only say that it had been constructed roughly three thousand years ago. At that time, the current Chu Empire had not even appeared yet.

Once through the city gates, there were broad streets, as well as tightly packed houses, courtyards, and towers. Pedestrians brushed shoulders and rubbed elbows, while the hawking of peddlers, the fragrance of food, the sour stench of garbage, and the smell of livestock all mingled together, like a living portrait of every kind of existence.

Yet even amid such splendor, two landmark structures could still be spotted at a glance. One was Chu Imperial Palace, situated in the northeast corner. Resplendent in gold and jade, it soared majestically into the sky, displaying the full bearing of royalty.

The other was the Three Divine Temples, situated in the southeast corner. Though it was not as tall or imposing as the imperial palace, it possessed an entirely different air—solemn, dignified, and extraordinarily profound.

After entering the city, Liang Jin no longer used any divine abilities. He simply walked slowly like an ordinary mortal, looking left and right. Whenever he encountered an old man or a woman, he would courteously make way. From time to time, he would even sit down for a cup of tea or buy some spirit fruits and pastries. He remained modest throughout.

But this was not because Liang Jin was truly in such a good mood,