Li Xuanxian Pays His Respects to King of Chu! Ascending Dragon Prefecture.
The foremost land in the south today.
The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the brilliantly lit, incomparably magnificent city before him, his gaze narrowing slightly.
He lowered the brim of his conical hat.
Then slowly melted into the night.
The great sun rose.
A thin mist, like a hazy veil of gauze, shrouded Green Maple Valley.
A crimson sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon.
Myriad golden rays pierced the sea of clouds and slanted across the towering Nine-Layered Spirit Gathering Tower.
The tower reflected dazzling, resplendent spiritual radiance.
The morning wind swept through the green maple trees carpeting the mountains and plains, stirring a rustling whisper.
Outside Green Maple Valley.
A figure slowly appeared.
He raised his head.
Revealing half his face.
His features were refined, carrying the gentle air of someone accustomed to privilege and comfort.
This middle-aged man was Li Xuanxian, eldest son of the Great Zhou Duke of Zhenguo.
His deep eyes stared at the Spirit Gathering Tower that soared into the clouds, as well as the colossal dragon of providence hovering indistinctly over Green Maple Valley, coiling and roaring.
A trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
Shenjing, the capital of Great Zhou.
The foremost land under heaven.
Where all the world's providence converged.
Yet because Great Zhou had declined without cease.
It had long since shown signs of decay.
But this Green Maple Valley before him.
Its providence was like oil poured onto a blazing fire, flowers piled atop brocade.
The sight made one's heart pound with terror.
Was this the Southern Li Clan, which had unified the south in barely twenty years and was about to contend for supremacy over the world?
Yet he was, after all,