Since they had set out from Donglai Port in the Dragon King Kingdom,
three months had slipped by before they knew it.
The longer the journey dragged on, the more tedious it naturally became.
The horned dragon horses' hooves trampled the grass along the official road.
Behind them, the lights of the waystations flared and faded, faded and flared.
After brief stops to rest and resupply in several towns in the Dragon King Kingdom,
the seven members of the Saviors
finally reached the end of the first leg of their journey:
Wite, capital of the Dragon King Kingdom.
When the six magnificent horned dragon horses passed the last waystation on the official road,
the view before them suddenly opened up.
The rolling hills and forests came to an abrupt end.
In their place stretched a vast, boundless plain.
A magnificent city, like an ancient beast crouched upon the earth,
appeared at the far end of the horizon.
It burst into everyone's view.
"Th-that... is that the capital of the Dragon King Kingdom?"
Sylphy stared at the sight before her, her little mouth hanging open.
Her crimson eyes were filled with an indescribable awe.
Cui Ciyou's gaze was likewise drawn to the city.
Impressions of this world's great cities rose unbidden in his mind.
Milishion, the capital of Millis, gave an impression of holiness.
After all, it was an entirely white city, like a vast church.
Asura's capital, Yalsdu, had an entirely different style.
It was the culmination of lavish splendor and artistry, every detail proclaiming the kingdom's unrivaled wealth.
As for Old Kishirisu on the Demon Continent,
Cui Ciyou's assessment was:
Hmm... a basin city with a beautiful nightscape.
Surrounded by countless demonlight stones, their light shining all night long.
*You could call it this world's one true city that