She had visited this world before—in a future not far off.
Her divine sense had just probed out, and Shi Lan had already gained a rough understanding of the era she now found herself in.
More than a hundred thousand years remained before the time she knew. The Immortal Qin dynasty had fallen, and the Han imperial clan had passed down its throne through more than ten emperors. Its fortunes were at their height.
Facing this somewhat familiar world, Shi Lan couldn't help feeling a little at home. The constellations across the entire starfield were exactly like those above the distant, tranquil land in her memories.
After gazing at the brilliant starry sky for a long while, Shi Lan temporarily put aside all thoughts of cultivation. Her Myriad Transformations Holy Garment flowed, and her displayed cultivation settled at the seventh tier.
In this world, that was neither high nor low. It wouldn't attract attention, nor invite anyone to look down on her for no reason.
With a single step, she entered the Han imperial capital.
The capital brimmed with grandeur. Towers and palaces stood packed together, and gold and jade paved the long streets. An invisible formation covered the city in every direction, gathering the aura of the world's dragon veins. A colossal figure coiled atop the vault of heaven, a red dragon riding the clouds, swallowing rosy light and breathing out mist. From high above, endless showers of light fell across the city.
The light showers touched her without a trace of moisture, sinking into her body and carrying astonishing spiritual resonance. Silently, they nourished the capital's foundations, giving rise to a land of spiritual energy and outstanding people.
Most of the passersby on the long streets were martial cultivators. Shi Lan sensed the auras of many worlds in