By the time Xia Le and his party reached Mary Geoise, a month had passed.
A vast complex of castles lay hidden among the clouds, its towering gates magnificent.
As Xia Le and Cobra entered the Holy Land, both were shaken to the core.
Ahead stretched an open expanse as far as the eye could see. Castles rose in the distance, while the ground beneath them was paved with moving walkways.
"Your Majesty, just stand here and it will carry us into the Holy Land," Igaram said quietly.
Even at the entrance, he did not dare raise his voice.
As the center of power in the world, this place was home to more nobles than almost anywhere else, and countless people dreamed of moving here.
Xia Le nodded, but his face darkened.
Looking down at the moving floor, he could clearly see the slaves beneath it: drenched in sweat, streaked with blood, and crying out in pain as they worked.
The moving floors and passageways were no marvel of technology. Slaves drove them, at the cost of untold blood and sweat.
Cobra clearly knew what lay beneath the floor as well. He said nothing along the way, his expression heavy.
As they drew closer to the castles, the first thing they saw was a sprawling array of opulent palaces.
The spotless streets were lined with rare trees and flowers.
The moment the servants saw them coming, they dropped nervously to their knees from hundreds of meters away, pressing their foreheads to the ground as their bodies trembled.
Xia Le's pupils contracted at the sight.
Behind him, shock and fear flashed in Ivy's eyes.
A Celestial Dragon wearing a bubble helmet came slowly down the street.
The grand, spacious palace grounds were silent, yet filled with an authority that made it