The Three Thousand Provinces, the Spirit World, Heaven Mending City.
This great city stood upon the vast earth like a dazzling pearl, radiating an eye-catching brilliance.
Built upon a dragon vein, the entire city brimmed with the essence of heaven and earth, as though shrouded in snow-white mist that curled upward, dreamlike and illusory.
It made the great city seem like an immortal paradise, filled with a mysterious, enchanting air.
Seen from afar, its walls towered into the clouds like an impregnable barrier, dividing the world inside from the world outside.
Palaces stood in graceful arrangements throughout the city, crystalline and translucent, as though carved from fine jade, glittering brilliantly beneath the sunlight.
Moreover, this city was a complete replica of Heaven Mending City in the real world. Vast beyond measure, it lay in the region for the Spirit Transformation Realm and was a sacred gathering place for cultivators.
Yet today, someone had blocked the gates of this magnificent city, firmly controlled by a great sect, and stood outside issuing provocations.
"Little Chan-Chan, weren't you going to challenge me? Why haven't you come out yet?"
A bright, alluring voice rang out across all of Heaven Mending City, shocking countless cultivators.
"Trouble! The Heaven Severing Sect's Demoness has brought people to blockade the city..."
"What gall! You dare come knocking for a fight? Do you think our Heaven Mending Sect has no one to defend it?"
For a time, the place boiled with commotion. Everyone gathered beneath the eastern gate, where the two sides confronted each other.
"Demoness, this isn't your Heaven Severing Sect's territory. Are you courting death, coming here to run wild?" a young man of eighteen or nineteen demanded indignantly.
His thick golden hair hung loose, and his golden battle armor shone resplendently. Beneath the sun, he looked