It seemed the riddler had heard the thoughts of the three of them and, with rare consideration, began recounting Jingyuan City's past—or rather, the true cause of this flood.
Unexpectedly, Jingyuan City did not have a long history. Just as Bian Chunchou had assumed, its location must have possessed some unique geographic advantage. Yet that advantage had actually been man-made, and the person who had created it was once Jingyuan City's guardian deity.
She was a Divine Cultivator, and a powerful one at that, already at the peak of Spirit Transformation.
But no matter how powerful she was, she was still only one person. She could not possibly manage the ever-expanding Jingyuan City alone. Thus, the City Lord's Office came into being, and the Aristocratic Clans within the city swiftly rose to prominence. Together, they governed this enormous water city. Yet in the eyes of the common people, only she was Jingyuan City's uncrowned king.
Beneath her, the people could see no one else. She was Jingyuan City's god. It was the god who had bestowed upon them peaceful and prosperous lives, and they devoutly worshipped this lofty deity.
At the time, Jingyuan City appeared bright and clear, but beneath the surface, undercurrents had long been churning and monstrous schemes breeding everywhere. As Jingyuan City's guardian deity, she had naturally seen everything long ago. Yet because of her identity as a Divine Cultivator, she could not directly intervene.
All she could do was strive to break through to Body Integration as quickly as possible, freeing herself from the shackles and restraints brought by faith.
But advancement for Divine Cultivators was far more difficult than for ordinary cultivators, let alone the great watershed between Spirit Transformation and Body Integration. She knew perfectly well that Jingyuan City was a tribulation for her.