Li Province, Qin River.
This river divided the Yong-Li Provinces. Immensely broad, it pierced the east-to-west Li River like a longsword, and where the two waters met, vast radiance of Wu Earth surged forth.
Li Province alone spanned tens of thousands of li from east to west. Even a Purple Mansion cultivator flying at full speed would need considerable time to cross it. Lower-level cultivators would take several days, even aboard a Flying Boat.
Thunder now boomed within the Great Void, silver serpents racing through it. A man in a dark robe threaded with Silver Thunder emerged, a pale silver longsword patterned with diamonds on his back, and descended from the sky.
Waterways abounded here, their waters teeming with fish; a casually cast net always brought a catch. Near the Imperial Capital, few cultivators dared cause trouble, and the common folk looked far better off than those in the north. Jun River Commandery alone housed a million people.
There were even many places resembling academies, where people taught everything from cultivation methods to poetry, classics, rites, and music.
"A fine place."
Xu Xuan felt a stir of emotion, but Tiantuo scoffed:
"All this peace is mere window dressing. According to Tianchi, once the Li Kingdom falls apart, most of the Immortal Dao's strength will likely be dragged into the grinding struggle. Another age of chaos will follow. As for these mortals, heh..."
"Given their lifespans, they wouldn't live to see that day anyway. A spell of peace is enough."
Xu Xuan shook his head and rode the wind onward. Before long, he saw the source of the Wu Light within the commandery.
It was a towering Divine Mountain, only half erected, occupying an immense area and stretching for dozens of li. Numerous Heavenly Soldiers and Mighty Warriors moved mountains and