Even Fuzi, that father-emperor whom he revered as a god, had more than once marveled at his power.
Over these past centuries, although the outside world spoke of the Four Unknowable Lands,
only Fuzi knew that there had long since been five Unknowable Lands.
Xuankong, Zhishou, Bright Sect, and the Academy could at most be considered false ones, because their names were known throughout the world.
But the Great Tang imperial family's reserves were the truly Unknowable Land.
In terms of strength, he was invincible, but in terms of reserves, aside from him, the Academy had only those two seventh-realm disciples.
The Great Tang imperial family's reserves included one eighth-realm cultivator and five seventh-realm cultivators, four of whom stood at the peak of the seventh realm.
Apart from him, the Academy could not compare to the Great Tang imperial family's reserves no matter how hard it tried.
Those Xiling people usually organized allied armies to squabble with Great Tang. If these people had not turned a blind eye and deliberately used it to temper Great Tang's soldiers and civilians, they would have long ago slapped the Xiling Divine Palace into the ground.
The days continued peacefully.
Before anyone realized it, another year had passed.
Spring had come again.
And this year's spring rains were especially abundant.
Several lanes along the street gradually began to grow deserted, especially Lane 47.
The reason for this was that half a year ago, the Ministry of Revenue's Clearance Office had decided to expand its warehouses, and Chang'an Prefecture had long wanted to repossess all the shops along this street.
The original tenants gradually moved away from Lane 47.
Gu Hui held a large umbrella in his right hand and stretched his left hand beyond its edge to catch the rain. Raindrops pattered against the