His words rang with conviction.
Although Wang Dong had her doubts, after giving it some thought, she felt that Xuan Zi's reasoning made sense. She decided to trust his judgment.
Time flew by.
A year later.
Sun Moon Empire, outskirts of Mingdu.
A towering structure rose from the ground, its entire body silver-white, reflecting a cold, hard gleam beneath the sunlight.
It stood hundreds of stories tall, tearing through layers of clouds as though it were reaching for the sun itself. As the winds and clouds shifted, its spire appeared and vanished from view.
This was the current headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, as well as the tallest building on the entire Douluo Continent. From its upper floors, one could gaze down upon all of Mingdu without restraint.
Of course, when it was promoted to the public, the tower did not openly bear the name of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.
It was merely said that Sun Moon Emperor Xu Tianzhen had ordered the Soul Engineers of the empire to devote themselves to constructing an artificial wonder, in commemoration of his great achievements in expanding the empire's territory and to demonstrate the Sun Moon Empire's national might.
Rumors also circulated among the people that the Sun Moon Emperor firmly believed in one saying—if a tower was built high enough, it could reach the place where gods dwelled, allowing all Sun Moon People to become gods.
The anti-Sun Moon faction led by Shrek Xuan Zi scoffed at this.
In their eyes, Sun Moon Emperor Xu Tianzhen had undoubtedly degenerated into a foolish ruler, immersed in the Sun Moon Empire's past glory. To exhaust the people and drain the treasury merely to build a tower was utterly incomprehensible.
Of course, to the internal members of the Spirit Pagoda, the tower represented the completion