I Waited at the Finish Line for Geniuses to Catch Up! Shanhai Holy Land lay along the eastern coastline of the continent.
Magnificent Human Race cities had been built one after another along the shore.
A Holy Land did not refer to a single sect, but to a Human Race settlement centered around a powerful sect.
There were mortals here as well—markets, streets, government offices, and nations.
At first glance, it seemed as though one had returned to the Five Domains.
Carriages flowed like water and horses moved like dragons; people came and went in endless streams.
Yet each of Shanhai Holy Land's nineteen cities was far more prosperous than even the Capital City of Dagan, the most flourishing city in the Five Domains.
The common people here were properly dressed, well fed and clothed, and meticulous about etiquette.
The cities were orderly, clean, and regulated, their buildings standing row upon row like fish scales.
The cities had been built atop Spiritual Meridians. Mortals and Martial Artists lived together, yet there appeared to be no obvious conflict between them.
You traveled through a great city for over a month, observing its customs, and felt that the Holy Land's way of life differed greatly from that of the Five Domains.
Many rites, garments, and customs that had already been lost in the Five Domains had not only been preserved intact here, but were also cherished by every household.
"It felt as though the people of the Holy Land had inherited Human Race culture more completely. The Five Domains, instead, were somewhat incomplete, barely scraping by."
You guessed that this difference was likely related to the great war thirty thousand years ago.
The true Shanhai Holy Land was a magnificent grand sect standing by the sea.
She stood apart from those subsidiary