The prefectures allied to gather fortune; Heavenly Abyss placed its pieces across the Divine Land
Heavenly Abyss City, Cloud Dock.
Dusk deepened. Across the enormous airship port, spiritual light wove a shimmering tapestry, and massive black iron anchor chains clanked low in the wind.
The once-deserted port was now packed with luxurious airships from across Qingzhou. Some bore the ancestral emblems of ancient aristocratic clans at their bows; others flew the official banners of Great Zhou's prefectural administrations. Heavenly Pole Prefecture, Windrider Prefecture, Heavenly South Prefecture...
These powerful prefectures, each ordinarily a world unto itself in Great Zhou's Southwest, with deep reserves accumulated over generations, had now sent their special envoys and clan leaders here, gathering like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
"So this is Heavenly Abyss City..."
Wang Ting, the patriarch of the Wang Clan of Heavenly South Prefecture, stood on his airship's deck, gazing at the towering city that stretched across the horizon like an ancient colossal beast. His eyes brimmed with unconcealed shock.
In the distance stood Heavenly Abyss City's outer defensive line—Formless Guard City. Its towering walls were built entirely from enormous black-armored stones mixed with evil-repelling mystic gold.
Dense ancient formation patterns gleamed across the walls in the twilight, their light cold and unfathomable. Along the battlements, squads of elite soldiers clad in black armor and carrying heavy halberds patrolled in perfect step, their murderous aura piercing the clouds.
What alarmed the envoys from other prefectures even more were the dozens of personal guards standing proudly on either side of the gate, clad in golden armor, their auras steady as mountains.
"They're all Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators... They actually use Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators as gate guards, and even equip them with standardized golden-armored magical treasures!"
Elder He, the special envoy from Heavenly Pole Prefecture, drew a sharp breath, his voice turning dry.
In Heavenly Pole Prefecture, Foundation