West Heaven Continent, Little West Heaven Realm, Luo God Clan.
Deep within the Luo God Clan's territory stood an ancient city that had existed for ages.
The entire city was built from bluestone. Its towering battlements bore the scars of wind erosion, while a surging river ran through it, splitting the vast city cleanly in two.
The rushing river curved around the city's outskirts, forming whirlpools and coiling into a great ring of water that tightly protected the city within.
The water was so clear that its bottom could be seen, reflecting the sky and clouds in dazzling colors.
The river was bottomless. In earlier years, an Earth Supreme had dived in to explore it, struggling onward for days until his spiritual energy was nearly depleted, yet he still failed to find the riverbed.
This sacred river was called the Luo River, and the city it protected was Luo God City, the foundation and vital heartland of the entire clan.
The long streets were packed with clan members who had rushed over upon hearing the news, their gazes all fixed on the group leading the way ahead.
Luo Qingli walked at the front, guiding Han Feng, Xiao Yan, Zhukun, and Gu Yuan into the city.
Luo Qingli pointed to a pavilion beside the Luo River and turned slightly as he introduced it.
"Senior Han Feng, honored guests, that is the Luo Water Pavilion."
"This pavilion sits above the convergence of the Luo River's waterways and has always received only distinguished guests. My father has already instructed the servants to prepare it. The spiritual energy in the area is dense, making it ideal for quiet recuperation."
When the group reached the pavilion entrance, the attendants waiting on both sides hurriedly bowed.
Luo Qingli clasped his fists. "Please rest here for now,