A gentle breeze passed through the building, brushing over the carved, upturned eaves of the Yulan Continent's finest restaurant and stirring the lingering fragrance of wine across the tables.
Below, voices clamored, and the streets bustled with prosperity.
After fifty full years, the Yulan Continent, once plagued by powerful foreign deities and ravaged by endless warfare, had long since cast off the shadows of its past and entered an age of prosperity unmatched throughout history.
The Martial Dao flourished, and the people lived in peace. Cultivators could be seen everywhere, everyday life filled the mortal streets, and the paths of cultivation thrived-a magnificent scene of peace, prosperity, and countless flourishing Daos.
Fifty years was enough for seas to become fields, and enough for Shiheng and the others to sweep away every lingering threat.
The exiled God-level and Saint experts who had escaped from Gorba Prison and scattered across the Yulan Plane had all been dealt with.
Any who dared remain on the Yulan Continent with malicious intentions were ruthlessly slain by Shiheng and the others, their bodies and divine souls destroyed, leaving no future trouble.
The few remaining deities who knew their place, behaved themselves, and were willing to bow their heads and yield were forcibly expelled without exception, fleeing this world in disgrace for other Planes.
By now, the Yulan Continent was free of threats from foreign God-level experts. The world was clear and peaceful, the Human Dao flourished, and it had truly become a uniquely secure haven among the countless Material Planes, a sacred land of the Human Race.
Today was the day Tarrossa, the War God, Emperor Star, and their companions would bid farewell to their homeland and depart for the Hell Plane.
Nearly every remaining top God-level expert on the Yulan Continent had gathered in this