In moments, a thousand miles became a single step.
The towering, magnificent outline of Kelan Imperial City spread out with perfect clarity at the edge of his vision.
After the ultimate battle that had shaken heaven and earth and spilled the blood of gods and demons, the imperial city had long since shed the savagery and deathly silence of war.
The catastrophe that had swept through the entire Imperial Capital and nearly destroyed the foundations of humanity on the Yulan Plane slowly drew to a close, and the last lingering smoke of battle dispersed completely. Across the vast land, scars scorched by war remained. The ruined walls stood in broken, mottled stretches, and the damaged beams and pillars of palace buildings still bore wounds from the fighting. Yet the despairing silence of blood-filled skies and corpses strewn across the ground was gone.
After weathering the catastrophe, the entire city slowly awakened, brimming with renewed life.
Inside and outside the imperial city, human civilians, garrison soldiers, craftsmen from every region, and hardworking laborers all bustled about.
Some repaired damaged walls, some rebuilt collapsed homes, some cleared rubble from the streets, and some restored order to the marketplaces. United in purpose, they worked with fervor, smoothing away the scars of war little by little.
Wisps of cooking smoke rose from household after household. Voices filled the streets, and the clamor of the markets rose and fell. The rich warmth of everyday life filled every corner of the vast imperial city.
All because Shi Hao, the reigning Human Emperor, presided over the heart of the Imperial Capital, wielding humanity's eternal fortune and holding the world firmly in check.
Deterred by the supreme fortune of humanity, the surviving evildoers from Gorba Prison fled far away in terror, never daring to set foot on this