Huo Ling's Floating City looked positively bristling with menace, its main-gun and secondary-gun turrets standing everywhere like rows of fangs and claws.
Where there were not densely packed spell-array platforms, there were towering walls and every sort of city-defense equipment. Within the city stood barracks after barracks, along with enormous teleportation gates.
Huo Ling's Floating City was enough to make one's teeth ache just looking at it, but then there was the Truth Council's Floating City.
In one corner of the Floating City stood a twenty-one-story mage tower. Huo Ling knew this tower—it had belonged to the original owner of this Floating City.
A fourteenth-rank Legendary spellcaster who had refused to become a lich, choosing instead to die naturally when his life reached its end.
The spellcaster had simply lived too long and felt there was little point in continuing to live.
When he thought about it that way, it was actually not a bad ending.
Having perhaps lived for tens of thousands of years, as a Radiant Moon spellcaster, he had enjoyed all there was to enjoy.
To die peacefully of old age—how many people could only dream of such a fate?
The mage tower stood in a corner of the Floating City. If someone stood on its upper floors and looked down from here, the view was quite pleasant.
Less than one percent of the entire Floating City was occupied by buildings, and most of those buildings were spread far apart.
They were all luxurious structures, fashioned like palaces and the like.
Beautiful scenery surrounded them—every kind of plant and flower, along with exquisitely designed landscapes.
It was as if this were not a Floating City standing amid void storms, but the imperial garden of some Spirit Realm empire.
Some precious magical herbs were treated here as ornamental