If the Holy City was a finely detailed landscape painting, every inch revealing the orderliness and refinement of the Human Race.
Then the Tai'an Realm was a freehand ink painting of foreign lands, its colors intense, its lines unrestrained, every stroke brimming with untamed vitality.
Along both sides of the street, shark silk lanterns lit up with soft halos in the twilight.
Night-Shining Pearls floated steadily along the street, illuminating the entire road as brightly as day while lending it a dreamlike air.
Hawkers cried out in Prehistoric Common Tongue mixed with all manner of strange accents, rising and falling like a pot of boiling multigrain porridge, full of every flavor imaginable.
As Su Miao walked down the street, the bizarre races everywhere she looked left her dazzled.
The one-armed, three-eyed Qigong People had piercing gazes. The vertical eyes in the centers of their foreheads rotated now and then, as if tracking things ordinary people could not see.
Sea Race Cultivators covered in scales reflected dazzling colors beneath the sunlight, every step accompanied by a faint metallic scrape.
A Snake Race girl coiled around a pillar, hawking seafood. The tip of her tail tapped lazily against the pillar.
There were even several Spirit Body Cultivators floating through the crowd, their translucent bodies passing by without their feet touching the ground, their sleeves fluttering without wind like jellyfish drifting through water.
The clothing styles opened Su Miao's eyes even wider.
In the Holy City, cultivators took her Farm Teachings as the standard of fashion. Whether simple and elegant or charming and dashing, the key was to look dignified and proper.
After all, the style of her clothes was ultimately decided by her Second Master, Yuanshi.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord was the Human Race's ultimate trendsetter.
But in the Tai'an Realm...
Everywhere