After bidding Feng Luoyi farewell, Wang Qi set out from Lower Capital and traveled northeast for another full six days, crossing vast tracts of sparsely inhabited land. Then, in the distance, he caught sight of a great city.
This city still retained its walls, eleven zhang high, faintly protected by spiritual restrictions. Unlike Lower Capital, which had neither walls nor checkpoints, Divine Capital had only three gates on each side, and all entry and exit were restricted. However, this was not an immortal city, and there were no laws forbidding flight. Wang Qi saw quite a few cultivators simply fly straight over. Divine Capital was perfectly square, with no signs of expansion. A broad central road ran straight from north to south. At the very center of the city stood a small rise of land. Upon it was the Great Lian Imperial Palace. Yet this palace was not sacred in the least. Most people in the world held no particular awe for the imperial family, so naturally no gods or saints would come here specifically to duel—by that logic, they ought to go to the restricted grounds of the Immortal Alliance headquarters on Xinyue Mountain. Still, Wang Qi doubted anyone would court death just to show off in a place where Free and Unfettered Cultivators were permanently stationed.
Compared to Lower Capital, Divine Capital seemed somewhat less lively, yet it possessed a peculiar charm. Its carved beams and painted rafters surpassed those of Lower Capital, while layer upon layer of tower shadows made it appear even more magnificent.
The moment he saw that prosperous great city in the distance, Wang Qi collapsed in the wilderness. "Finally..."
Zhen Chanzi snapped, "If you brat had been willing to take a flying vessel, we would have arrived long ago!"
"I give up... I'm