Golden autumn brought refreshing breezes.
September in the Immortal Realm was the same as on Earth.
The passage of the seasons here was just like Earth's, with spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and a pleasant climate.
Presumably, the Immortal Clan had deliberately made it so out of longing for their ancestral homeland.
The Divine Realm was the same; this was not particularly difficult technology.
September was golden autumn.
It was the perfect time to go out and visit friends.
On the centralmost continent of the Immortal Continent's Nine Provinces, Jiang Yang descended from the Fifth Heaven and stepped up before a majestic mortal city.
Golden leaves danced across the sky, streaming through it one after another like golden dragons sweeping across the firmament, drifting above the majestic city and along its streets. It was utterly beautiful.
The entire mortal city was enclosed by walls forming a square.
The towering walls seemed to hail from the most ancient wilderness, radiating an air of antiquity and majesty.
A huge bronze plaque hung high above the city gate, inscribed with the Immortal Clan's writing.
Central Continent City.
Four stone statues of towering giants stood at the gate. They wore sturdy armor and Daoist crowns, carried bows on their backs, and held swords, their gazes fixed on the broad road through the gate.
On the road, people, carriages, and horses came and went in an unending stream, bustling and prosperous.
These were all mortals born and raised in the Immortal Realm. Indeed, because they lived in the Immortal Continent's Nine Provinces, where no immortal sects were stationed, they had an even more worldly air.
Of course the Immortal Realm had mortals; not every descendant of an immortal could cultivate, either.
However, the civilization of mortal society in the Immortal Realm's Nine Provinces remained at