The Ferland Continent.
The Great Sun hung high, and thousands of Sky Cities still floated among the clouds.
Inside the bustling city.
Karami led his warhorse down the broad avenue, his enormous blue-black lance resting on its back.
People streamed along the streets, and the shops on either side were open as usual.
Hawking, trading, bargaining, and clamor rose and fell in turn.
This city, originally controlled by his Lineage and the Lineages of four other Transcendent Knights, remained prosperous.
The only difference was this.
Some beings walked through the city in attire utterly out of place on the Ferland Continent.
These beings came from the various races under the Divine Clan, their expressions somewhat haughty, their gazes always carrying a measure of condescension when they looked at the people of Ferland.
But Karami paid no mind to the looks of these Tribes under the Divine Clan.
In his view, the Transcendent Knights would soon become one of them.
The sunlight was truly too dazzling.
Karami narrowed his eyes and raised his head to glance at the distant Sun overhead.
Ever since the God Lord had led the Divine Clan to Ferland, even the Sun in the sky had grown much brighter.
Yet this dazzling sunlight was not hot.
At first, Karami had not known why.
But his great-uncle, who had always regarded him as an outstanding member of the Lineage's younger generation, had told him.
It was an intangible manifestation of a supreme powerhouse's will.
As a Sixth Step being, the God Lord imbued his every movement with his own powerful will, enough to alter celestial phenomena when he did not wish to conceal it.
Just as.
When the Knight King Ferland resided on the Ferland Continent, the storms between heaven and earth always grew more tumultuous, and even