Twilight

Jing City.

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The gates of the Nine-Layer Palace opened one after another, and lords from every direction gathered like clouds.

The Shaman Terrace towered above them. Su, still clad in his Dark Shaman robes and wearing a Nuo Mask, gazed at the ever-expanding royal city and the crowds flowing through its streets.

"It has... grown quite a bit livelier."

That was Su's assessment.

Running it all felt rather like a game of cultivation. Watching the reach of his own enterprise expand without his noticing was quite enjoyable.

His gaze swept across the Shaman Terrace, taking in every shaman within.

"Nine Spirit Shamans, eight hundred and seventy-one Lesser Shamans... Count the shamans serving the lords, and the number can only be higher."

"The Shamanic Way has firmly established its foundations..."

Su's gaze grew distant. Whether he felt joy or melancholy, even he could not say.

He looked down at his five fingers. A dark Divine Ability emerged, bearing the sound of mountains crying out and a dark-gold radiance. It took shape as a Divine Ability named Mountain-Cry Blessing!

The Shamanic Way resembled ancient cultivation methods, yet was more unusual still.

Upon reaching the realm of Grand Witch, comparable to the Purple Mansion, a practitioner had only this one wondrous power.

Once that power was developed to its peak, they could directly seek a Golden Seat!

"If I seek a Golden Seat... it will surely be the seat of [Shaman]."

Now that heaven and earth had returned to chaos and opened anew, the seat of [Shaman], once devoured by Earth and Metal, had naturally escaped its former calamity.

In fact... as Su sensed things now, no such [Shaman] Fruit Seat existed in the Great Void.

Nor had the Earth and Metal Dao Paths ever held the slightest trace of