That day, the weather was clear, without a cloud for ten thousand miles. The sunlight was bright yet gentle, accompanied by a soft breeze and the chirping of insects and birds. Floral fragrance filled the air, and the grass spread like a green carpet.
With such rare, fine weather, Wutan City was naturally bustling.
Compared to the past, Wutan City had become a sacred land of the Jia Ma Empire. The city had expanded considerably, incorporating the surrounding land within its borders.
Its inhabitants were an incredibly varied mix: ordinary people without even a trace of Dou Qi, Dou Wangs who could form wings from Dou Qi, Dou Zongs who could tread through empty space, and even Dou Sheng experts who could create spaces.
Stranger still, one could see Dou Wangs and Dou Zongs chatting amicably with ordinary people, and even Dou Sheng experts shamelessly haggling at street stalls.
Wutan City was so peaceful because everyone knew what this city represented.
Anyone who caused trouble here-even merely injuring an ordinary person-would invite consequences that even a Dou Sheng would not lightly dare to test.
All of this stemmed from one man, the most powerful man between heaven and earth, the man who had slain Hun Tiandi back then.
Wutan City now held a transcendent position within the Jia Ma Empire. Yet even so, the Jia Ma Imperial Family had no objections whatsoever. They dared not harbor the slightest discontent and even swallowed their pride to curry favor with Wutan City, working hard to develop it.
Every bit of this was because of that man.
The continent's current landscape was different from before. The Central Plains Continent no longer had its "one tower and one hall," only "one tower and one mansion."
The allied army that had marched against the Soul