Three Immortals City rose faster than anyone had imagined.
Purple Palace Isle already had a foundation in place.
When Dongwang Gong built the Celestial Court, he had concentrated nearly all the Immortal Island's finest spiritual veins, palaces, and roads in its central district.
After the Celestial Court fell,
Luxuan had taken away its most precious innate immortal materials.
But the buildings left behind still far surpassed those of an ordinary Rogue Cultivator city.
After Zhao Gongming took charge,
he did not tear everything down and rebuild.
He only removed the palaces and immortal steles that had symbolized the Celestial Court, then replanned several practical districts.
The eastern district
was for trading immortal materials, spiritual medicines, and magical treasures.
The western district
provided temporary lodging for visiting cultivators.
The southern district
was for sending messages, finding companions and friends, and posting ordinary commissions.
The northern district
was reserved for temporary envoys from the various peoples.
A vast plaza remained at the center.
There was no statue of the Demon Emperor.
No idol of Penglai.
And no one required cultivators entering the city to bow every day.
There was only a Dark Azure Stone Stele.
Three lines of Great Dao script were carved into it.
No fighting within the city.
No forcing trades or seizing resources.
No using ties to the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, or any other faction to intimidate others.
Just Three Rules.
They were so simple that many first-time visitors stood before the stele and stared at it for ages.
After reading it, a Golden Immortal from the Southern Great Wilderness could not help asking the cultivator guiding him, "That's all?"
"That's all," the guide said with a smile.
The Golden Immortal hesitated. "No need to register your origins or clan when you enter?"
"No."
"And no protection