Within Divine Capital, Zhao Cheng and his party of three ascended the city walls.
The walls soared into the clouds. Yet this was not the highest point in Divine Capital. The highest point was where the dragon throne stood at the very heart of the imperial palace.
That place was not only the highest point in Divine Capital—it also symbolized being the World's Highest.
As for Cao Zheng, he was merely a minor interlude. Zhao Cheng had judged that Cao Zheng was the sort to overthink things, which was why he had people deliver the items first and relay the verbal decree afterward.
There was also an element of warning in it. The man was too clever. Sometimes, being a little muddle-headed was better instead.
"Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. The world has changed..."
Standing atop the city walls, Zhao Cheng gazed out over Divine Capital, taking in the entire layout of the city at a glance.
By then, the sun had already set, yet the crimson clouds on the horizon had not dispersed. It was precisely the hour when the sun sank in the west, and the scarlet glow filling the sky shone over Divine Capital. Though the city remained bustling with life, it inexplicably gained a touch of desolation.
At the same time, Lu Xun and Gao Shou lost their earlier leisure and ease, their expressions gradually turning solemn.
One bore the fortune of literature, his learning reaching vast righteousness; the other bore the fortune of martial arts, his martial skill already touching the divine. How could they possibly know nothing of the changes in heaven and earth under such circumstances?!
The heavens were about to collapse!
In fact, their hearts had sensed it long ago—the vast undercurrent surging through the void.
Beneath an