Primordial Imperial City.
Few people remained here. The veteran soldiers of the Seven Tribes and the cultivators who had come from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to reinforce Primordial Imperial City had all left.
Some veterans had refused to go, but Saint King had asserted his kingly authority, and they had no choice but to obey.
The war was over for now. What were they still doing here?
Go to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and look after the children!
Back then, the Seven Kings had stood as one, advancing and retreating together, and the Seven Tribes had been extremely close.
Through the long years of the Chaotic Ancient Era, the descendants of the Seven Kings had held Primordial Imperial City through war and death. They had long since become as close as siblings, parents and children, grandparents and grandchildren.
Saint King was the king of the Holy Tribe and its Ancient Ancestor, but he was also the shared Ancient Ancestor of the Seven Kings' surviving descendants.
And so, only a few people Meng Chuan knew well remained to guard Primordial Imperial City: Saint King, Meng Tianzheng, the Heavenly Desolate Halberd, and the others.
They were few, but more than enough to match an army of thousands.
Shi Hao still had many ties to the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. His parents, his grandfather, and the woman he loved were all there.
Naturally, he could not stay here.
"The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands are bustling. Brother Meng, won't you go back for a look?" Meng Chuan asked with a smile.
"I'm needed here more, and I like it here better."
"I've become a True Immortal, but I still want to set my sights higher."
"A fine ambition."
"You're going to refine pills?" Qingjing asked Meng Chuan curiously.
"Have