The Holy City was majestic and magnificent, its grandeur overwhelming. It was the center of the Northern Region's gathering storms.
Its origins had long since become impossible to trace. Ancient legends claimed that it had once hung high in the firmament, only sinking to the earth during the Desolate Ancient Era.
The city flourished like a tapestry of blossoms, with clusters of grand halls and broad streets. Top-tier Gambling on Stones workshops, restaurants floating in the sky, pleasure houses where beauties appeared and vanished, demon palaces and treasure pavilions auctioning rare treasures—it had everything, luxurious to the extreme.
Even though Lu Chen had become a cultivator who could soar through the skies and burrow beneath the earth, his first visit to the Holy City still left him dazzled.
People streamed endlessly through the city, and cultivators might even have outnumbered mortals. Few dared act recklessly in this ancient city, for the slightest carelessness could send them stumbling into disciples of the Desolate Ancient Families or Holy Lands.
With even worse luck, they might unwittingly step on the toes of some important figure from a Holy Land. Such incidents were hardly unheard of, for powerful figures like those frequently appeared in the Holy City.
Walking down the middle of the avenue, Lu Chen could scarcely take everything in. Having practiced the Source Heaven Wonders, he could discern the exquisite care behind the city's profoundly mysterious layout. Many palace complexes, like the Holy City itself, exuded an incomparably ancient aura.
Only after a long while did he arrive at the entrance to an enormous stone workshop. This was the Yaoguang Holy Land's Gambling on Stones workshop. As for why he had come to the Yaoguang Stone Workshop first, he naturally had a plan in mind; it was no random choice.
The workshop