Jiang Ding's vision blurred.
He appeared in the mortal royal capital of a place called Liu Kingdom. The streets teemed with people; peddlers hawked their wares, opera singers performed, entertainers displayed their skills, and soldiers shouted news of an eight-hundred-li urgent dispatch... everything was lifelike.
The world around him was incomparably vast, seemingly boundless.
"Spring Breeze Pavilion."
"The name is vulgar, but its scale is rather impressive..."
Jiang Ding was surprised.
This was an enormous illusion formation, displaying a royal capital spanning dozens of li and populated by hundreds of thousands.
Among them, tens of thousands of mortals and several thousand cultivators were real. The rest were manifested illusions, yet even to Foundation Establishment cultivators, they appeared utterly lifelike and indistinguishable from real people. Even Golden Core cultivators would not find it easy to see through them.
Among these several thousand cultivators were both Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators. All were beautiful or handsome, playing the roles of emperors, imperial concubines, civil ministers and martial generals, loyal remonstrating officials, treacherous ministers, imperial relatives, escorts entering the capital, spies from enemy states, courtesans...
And so on, each different from the next.
They performed their roles with exquisite realism. Aside from being far too outstanding in appearance, they perfectly matched their identities.
"Report..."
"Three hundred thousand iron cavalry from Liang Kingdom have launched a massive invasion at the border..."
At this moment, a major event was unfolding here. The enemy state had invaded on a grand scale, and the plot had reached this stage, throwing everything into chaos.
"Impressive."
"They truly love whatever profession they take up."
Jiang Ding watched for a while, then sighed in admiration.
Sure enough, every profession had its specialists.
If someone like him were placed in this line of work, these people would probably crush him