Pearl palaces and shell towers reached the Cloud Sea, while the ships of ten thousand nations gathered in the East Sea.
If one asked the cultivators of the Immortal Realm where the Heavenly Domain was most prosperous, nine out of ten would point to the Linglong Pavilion on the shores of the East Sea.
The teleportation plaza alone housed over a thousand grand formations, stretching across millions of miles. Its magnificent scale surpassed that of an ordinary Immortal City.
Even so, Spirit Boats arriving and departing each day still formed endless lines, surrounding the plaza so tightly that not even water could pass through. Vessels were linked together, with neither their heads nor tails in sight.
Now that the opening of the Immortal Ancient Battlefield was imminent, forces from all directions had surged here, and the number of cultivators coming to purchase supplies was several times greater than usual.
The voices boiled over, the waves of noise rolling in like a tide—a bustling scene worthy of a golden age.
Amid this fervent atmosphere, a gigantic pitch-black dragon tore through the clouds and roared over.
As light and shadow flickered, the giant dragon had already landed steadily at the edge of the plaza, transforming into the towering figure of the Evil Dragon King.
Shen Yun and Shen Qingruo's sleeves fluttered lightly as they drifted to the ground.
Looking up, they saw a lofty Immortal City standing suspended above the blue waves in the distance. Radiant light coiled around it, its presence seemingly formed by nature itself, surpassing even the Immortal Realm of the mortal world.
"I thought Linlang Heavenly Capital was already prosperous enough. I never expected that compared with the Linglong Pavilion, it would seem somewhat provincial."
Shen Yun's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked toward the seven-colored Rainbow