Morning light shone over the continent as the night gradually receded from Divine City. The city had been unusually quiet these past few days, with no more strange phenomena appearing in the sky.
People bustled through the streets and alleys, cultivators coming and going. Some entered this ancient city steeped in legends one step at a time, carrying dreams of overnight riches, while others departed in disappointment, their faces weary and their spirits drained.
In this city, some looked forward to the future, while others left defeated.
Over here, a cultivator looked around at every stone gambling workshop, inspected every shop, and asked about prices that filled him with despair, yet still clenched his fists and steeled his resolve.
Over there, another cultivator gazed back with tired, lingering eyes at the city that had once set his blood boiling. Finally, he picked up his bundle and returned to his hometown. There was nothing to regret. He had witnessed the splendor of the world; keeping it in his heart was enough.
"Luo, you damned bastard! I'm going to kill you!" An enraged voice shot straight into the clouds, startling the powerful figures throughout Divine City and shattering its peace.
The various Holy Lords and numerous other experts extended their divine sense, their hearts pounding with apprehension.
A world-shaking battle had taken place in Divine City not long ago. Could there still be some old monster who had remained hidden until now?
Many wondered whether Divine City was about to witness another clash between mighty experts.
Luo Yan looked at the woman before him with a strange expression, rubbing his chin as he asked in confusion, "You're saying Li Qingyue cultivated last night using that medicine king you gave me, which I then gave her, and something went wrong, nearly sending her