The Primordial World did not reckon years; with a flick of the fingers, tens of thousands of years passed.
The Zhenhuang City that had once been so bustling it nearly burst had long since become a key hub city in the north of the Eastern Continent of the Primordial World. The Human Race's footsteps, following countless extending teleportation gates, had forcefully spread across the entire eastern land—from the shores of the vast sea in the far east, to the heartlands of spiritual veins in the center, to the miasmic forests of the south. Human cities and tribes could be seen everywhere. Some were majestic cities jointly built by several great families, some were settlements formed by Rogue Cultivators banding together, while others were small tribes in remote regions, guarding their own spiritual fields and mineral veins, living peaceful and prosperous lives.
Luo Shui City, in particular, was no longer what it had once been.
As one of the first core cities connected to Zhenhuang City back then, Luo Shui City had now become the central hub of the Eastern Continent. The Teleportation Array plaza at the city's center had long since been expanded to more than ten times its former size.
The most eye-catching sight was the enormous gate of light in the center of the plaza—over a hundred zhang tall and over a hundred zhang wide, its entire body glowing with a gentle, lustrous white light. It no longer possessed the flamboyant spectacle of pillars of light shooting into the heavens from tens of thousands of years ago; only restrained, steady spiritual energy flowed within it. Dense spiritual patterns were carved upon the gate, and from time to time, an almost imperceptible rune flashed past. These were coordinate marks capable of locking onto dozens of Human Race cities at