On the streets, there is no noise and dust of horse-drawn carriages. Instead, there are smooth-looking soul-conducting cars that glide silently.
They shuttle through every corner of the city accurately and efficiently along the energy circuits engraved on the ground, becoming the main means of transportation for citizens.
On both sides of the road, there are skyscrapers with different styles but all showing a sense of design.
Their walls reflect the brilliance of the sun during the day, and at night, they light up with huge dynamic advertisements composed of countless Soul Guidance Lamp tubes, overflowing with light and illuminating the entire city as if it were daytime.
The signs of various soul guidance shops flash with charming halo, and the windows display everything from the most basic lighting Soul Tool, to complex home automation equipment, to portable soul guidance devices for personal use.
Above the city, there is a different scene.
Aerial tracks driven by Soul Power are crisscrossed, and small private soul-guided aircraft are traveling in an orderly manner on the tracks.
Higher up in the sky, large soul-guiding airships with silver-gray shells were slowly patrolling on a fixed route.
They are Ming Capital's aerial guardians. Huge searchlight beams sweep across the city below from time to time, demonstrating the empire's ubiquitous control.
What is filled in the air is not natural freshness, but a unique atmosphere mixed with metal, energy and vitality.
Everything here is running at high speed, full of opportunities and challenges, so everyone who comes here for the first time will be shocked by its advancement and prosperity that is almost science fiction.
In Ming Capital Nancheng, in a relatively quiet residential area, there is an inconspicuous small courtyard.
The courtyard walls are dusty, and there are only a few ordinary plants in the courtyard. Compared with the gardens carefully tended by the surrounding neighbors, it looks a bit bleak.
However, such an ordinary small courtyard is filled with a suffocating solemnity and fanaticism at this moment.
In the center of the courtyard, Xia Die slowly stopped.
She raised her hand and took off the black hood on her head that covered most of her face.
For a moment, it seemed as if moonlight was pouring down.
Her long, silky hair spreads out like a waterfall. The roots are pure silver, and towards the ends, they gradually transition into a dreamy and magnificent purple.
What is even more eye-catching is her pair of ears that are different from ordinary people, narrowing slightly upward, showing an elegant and delicate outline of pointed ears, like the legendary elf coming out of the forest.
That small face was too delicate to look like a real person, but there was no emotion in the pair of purple eyes, only a bottomless indifference.
"Plop--"
As her hood came off, all the believers in black robes in the courtyard, as if controlled by invisible instructions, knelt down on one knee, their heads deeply buried, their movements were uniform, and they uttered fanatical and respectful whispers:
"Welcome Saintess Hall."
Among the crowd, there was only one exception.
That was an old man standing at the front, also wearing a black robe, but his aura was much deeper than the others. He was clearly a Soul Saint level powerhouse.
He did not kneel down, but bowed deeply to express his respect.
No matter where Douluo Continent and Soul Saint go, they are strong enough to establish a sect and enjoy a very high status.
Even within the hierarchical Holy Spirit Cult, there is no need to kneel down and worship when facing Saintess, Soul Saint level elders.
However, Xia Die turned a blind eye to all this.
Her indifferent purple eyes did not stop at any of the kneeling congregants, nor did she pay attention to the elder Soul Saint who was bowing in salute.
She just walked straight through the path left between them with an expressionless face, as if they were just a group of lifeless stone sculptures.
Such an attitude of being completely ignored did not arouse anyone's dissatisfaction. Even the elder Soul Saint still maintained his bowed posture and did not dare to move at all.
Because everyone knows that the Saintess in front of them is not only the symbol of Holy Spirit Cult's future, but also the direct disciple of Supreme Cult Leader Ye Xishui, who has the most surly temperament and the most ruthless methods.
What's more, behind Xia Die, there was another person following him step by step.
It was a girl who looked not much older than Xia Die, wearing a complicated and gorgeous black gothic lolita dress, and holding a black lace parasol in her hand.
There was an innocent and weird smile on her face, and a pair of scarlet eyes, like the purest blood, exuding heart-stopping madness and joy.
Scarlet Douluo, Feiyan.
Holy Spirit Cult Third Offering, level ninety-seven Power Attack System Super Douluo.
Her presence was like an invisible shackle, strangled the throats of everyone present, and made them tremble from the bottom of their souls.
Under that seemingly elegant parasol, hidden is a terrifying power that can easily kill a city.
She is Saintess's most loyal protector and the sharpest sword.
The furnishings in the room in the small courtyard are simple, even a bit crude, with only a set of simple wooden tables and chairs, which is incompatible with the lavish prosperity of Ming Capital.
This is precisely the characteristic of many Holy Spirit Cult strongholds - practicality comes first and all unnecessary decorations are abandoned.
Xia Die sat down casually at the main seat, while Feiyan behind him was like a shadow that followed him everywhere. He elegantly put away the black lace parasol, leaned it against the wall, and then stood quietly beside Xia Die. His scarlet eyes looked at every corner of the room with a hint of boredom.
Not long after, a slight but rapid sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
The door was carefully pushed open a crack, and a girl walked in carrying a wooden tray with her head lowered.
She looks to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with a neat dark red single ponytail, and her skin is a healthy wheat color that comes from years of exercise.
The black robe she wore was the most common saint's uniform. It was washed a bit and turned white. She had obviously been wearing it for a long time.
The girl's movements were full of deliberate caution. She walked to the table, and the two stoneware teacups on the tray made a slight collision sound because of the slight trembling of her hands.
She first placed a cup of tea on the empty seat in front of Feiyan, and then placed the other cup, holding it with both hands in an almost sacrificial gesture, and gently placed it in front of Xia Die.
During the whole process, she kept her head lowered, her eyes only dared to stay on the ground three inches in front of her toes, as if it would be a kind of blasphemy to take another look.
"Saintess Hall, Third Offering, please have some tea."
Her voice was as thin as a gnat.
After completing the task, she immediately bowed and retreated as if she had been granted amnesty, making every move carefully for fear of disturbing the two important figures.
"What's your name?"
Just when the girl was about to retreat to the door, thinking that she could leave safely, a cold voice suddenly sounded.