Half a Jiang Family Member, the Ancient Races' Little Schemes

The Sacred City was magnificent beyond compare. It had none of Earth's skyscrapers, but halls and palaces stood everywhere, and Immortal Palaces floated in the sky. It was grander than any city on Earth.

Flying was forbidden within the city. Even cultivators had to obey its rules, and people flowed like a tide through the busy streets.

Several Immortal Palaces hovered beside the road. They lacked the vulgar glitter of gold and jade, but were orderly and elegant, well suited to cultivators' tastes.

"What is this place?"

After Huang Tiannu and the others discovered how welcoming and seemingly all-knowing the Big Dipper's passersby were, they began stopping people to ask questions.

"It's an inn run by the Valley of the Gods. Not bad."

"A palace complex this enormous is an inn? And it's only 'not bad'?"

They stared blankly, at a loss for words.

Traveling through the Sacred City exposed the cultivators from the Central Lands to every kind of splendor. Towering halls lined its broad, opulent ancient streets.

From stone-gambling houses, the Immortal Tower, and the Wind Moon Palace to the Primordial Pavilion and the Demon King Pavilion, it had everything, all steeped in an air of immortality.

The ancient city was vast and ingeniously laid out. Some of its palaces were as old as the city itself. Great halls stood beside bustling streets, their carved beams and painted rafters making them look like imperial palaces and immortal halls.

After walking a while, Jiang Yun led them to a quiet place surrounded by lush ancient trees.

Gardens lay hidden amid the bustle of the city. More tranquil than their surroundings, they brought a refreshing sense of calm.

This place was especially unusual. It seemed to pulse with a profound sense of the Dao. Though people came and went, it