The so-called Myriad Nations Assembly was something countless people flocked toward, even if they could only come and take a look once a year.
After all, such a grand age came only once every hundred years.
For many people, how many centuries could they have in a lifetime?
Not everyone possessed formidable strength and a long lifespan.
Xu Zimo and the others looked upon the vast Sun City.
All they could see was a surging sea of people.
In most other places, such a spectacular scene was nearly impossible to witness.
Old Xue wore a sorrowful expression at this moment.
Long Yang was dead.
How was he supposed to report back and explain this later?
Then he looked at Blood Butcher Venerable below, barely clinging to life after being slapped.
His head truly ached.
In the end, he briefly explained a few things to Xu Zimo.
The venue for the Myriad Nations Assembly changed once every hundred years.
This year, it had happened to fall to the Yan Chi Dynasty.
However, there was still some time before the Myriad Nations Assembly began.
He told Xu Zimo to wander around Sun City for the time being.
But he also had to be careful.
If the Yan Chi Dynasty learned about Long Yang, they would very likely send people to arrest him.
Xu Zimo had no interest in any of that.
He merely instructed Old Xue to call for him when the Myriad Nations Assembly began.
Afterward, he and Su Qianyuan leaped down from the treasure ship.
They arrived before Sun City's City Gate.
Previously, they had not truly felt it, since from high in the sky, they could only look down upon it.
But now, standing before the City Gate at the entrance,
the crimson city wall sent waves of