Ten days later, Ying Zhuan and Yao Zhenjun arrived beneath Yang Capital. Over these past days, the entire city territory had gradually recovered its former air.
The Council of Elders' surrender had left most of the city territory and the Creation Factories intact. Setting aside the Upper Layer forces, even the army and populace had suffered little loss. Added to that was the Hao Sovereign's recent accession ceremony, which had drawn countless envoys and court officials from across Earth Continent. Thus, not only was there none of the desolation of war's aftermath, the place had instead gained a measure of prosperity.
Yao Zhenjun looked around and praised, "It's truly beautiful." She had always expressed what she thought with bluntness and purity, never minding the other party's position. Perhaps that was also why she had cultivated the sword momentum of the Light-Forcing Turn.
Ying Zhuan walked along the Great Dao as well. By severing away his body of chaos, this reflected body of his had successfully stepped into the realm of the Profound Venerable. Yet this was only the first step. Just like the Turbid Canon seal he had shown Zhang Yu, he would continue refining it after returning to Celestial Xia, rather than being content with this.
Along the way, he had said very little. Yet within his sleeves, several little clay figures seemed to be hanging upside down, poking their heads out to peer around. The moment they noticed others' gazes, they whooshed back inside, leaving only several pairs of glittering eyes concealed within, still looking outward.
After they reached the end of the royal steps, an attendant official came forward and bowed. With great respect, he said, "Two exalted venerables, Mister Tao is waiting for you atop the platform hall. Please follow me."
The attendant led the two