The Illusory Flower Plains.
Hundreds of millions of flowers swayed and shone here, flowing into a dazzling ocean.
At the center of this sea of flowers stood a magnificent, proud metropolis: Spirit Breath City.
The Spirit Breath Race had built this city using life weaving technology. Its walls appeared to be white masonry, but were actually flesh that could independently absorb and filter the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Pale golden runes circulated ceaselessly across the surface of the cloud-piercing city, forming a massive defensive array that enveloped it.
Inside, towers stood like a forest, their spires piercing the sky.
After a year and a half of development, Spirit Breath City continued to grow.
In the northeast, the fourth phase of city expansion was in full swing.
Hundreds of thousands of Construction Giant Beasts tirelessly transported living prefabricated components here from other parts of the city.
Master artisans of the Spirit Breath Race shouted work chants, striking energy nodes with rune hammers and sending brilliant sparks flying.
Spirit Breath planners hovered in midair, guiding enormous structural components of flesh into place.
A massive dome was gradually taking shape, its framework already tracing an arc that covered nearly half the district. The entire construction site hummed with life energy.
At the city's center, on the topmost terrace of the Royal Capital District.
A figure quietly overlooked it all.
He stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword sheathed in its scabbard, his eyes concealing their edge.
Blood-red garments entwined with golden patterns fitted his body, and a red band around his forehead fluttered in the wind like flowing flame.
He was the cunning villain players called Little Mage.
A year and a half commanding eight million Spirit Breath subjects, controlling life and death in the city beneath his feet and