River Viewing Terrace stood so high.
For hundreds of thousands of years, the Long River's thunderous roar had never altered its silence. Even torrents pouring down in vast cascades only curled into white silk winding about its waist.
More than once, Zhu Dali had felt himself to be insignificant.
This was the altar that eternally suppressed the Long River in The Present World; this was the venue of every Yellow River Assembly; this was the stage where the prodigies of The Present World gathered... Too many stories had unfolded here, each forever changing The Present World.
Even the status of Taiping Dao Heavenly Official in the Divine Firmament World did not qualify one to raise a banner here and guard that lord's path.
Look—the Heavenly Eagle of Great Mu, the Warp and Weft of Qi, the azure billows of the Aquatic Race, Kong Fangqian representing the God of Wealth of the age, Sunset Squarewood representing Mu Fuyao, the peerless Yang God...
Embroidered banners stood thick as a forest. The lowly were forbidden entry.
Yet Zhu Dali ultimately still walked forward, because his ideal stood higher than this River Viewing Terrace.
The cultivation art he operated today was the Peace Under Heaven Treasure Saber Record he had first cultivated.
The paired sabers on his back were precisely that original pair.
And the night-traveling garb he wore today was precisely from the night when his ideal had first begun... Back then, in Cloud-Brushing City, he still bore the Peace Under Heaven Divine Wind Seal. Whenever night fell, he would don his night attire, transform into a Peace Under Heaven Ghost Constable, and raise his blades to slay Evil Gods, safeguarding the peace of a land.
Within thirty li of River Viewing Terrace, Zhu Dali encountered a patrol of riders.
Both men and