Xiao Yun followed Li Donglai toward the Eastern Victory Divine Continent. The journey was calm and uneventful. They occasionally encountered some demons, but once Li Donglai displayed Great Tang's identity token, they all retreated far away.
The Human Race now was like the witch and demon races during the great war between witches and demons—they had reached the pinnacle of prosperity, and were even stronger than the witches and demons had been back then.
After all, the witches and demons had divided the Primordial World between them, while the Human Race now ruled it alone. If not for the limited number of saintly seats, the Human Race might already have produced Saints.
Thus, in the Primordial World, aside from the Heavenly Court, the Netherworld, and the lineages of Saints, no one dared provoke Great Tang.
"Chang'an City is just ahead!" Li Donglai's voice suddenly rang out.
Standing atop the clouds, Xiao Yun looked at the prosperous city in the distance. It was not the slightest bit inferior to Heavenly Emperor City on the Nine Heavens Continent. Only, its architectural style was different. Most of the buildings here were made of wood, antique and elegant, like a blessed land of immortals.
As a transmigrator, Xiao Yun could not help feeling somewhat moved at the sight of such an ancient city.
Why hadn't he transmigrated to the Primordial World in the first place? If he had arrived in its early days, then relying on his memories, he could have taken a Saint as his master, plundered spiritual treasures, and obtained countless merits ahead of time. He might not have been unable to become a Saint.
On the Nine Heavens Continent, however, becoming immortal was far more difficult. To this day, only his master, the Heavenly Emperor, had achieved it. Everyone else could