Although Wang Nan had visited the Mingdou Mountain Range on the Sun Moon Empire's side while on a supervisory mission with Xuan Zi before the Soul Duel Tournament, that had ultimately been just a trip to the mountains. Wang Nan hadn't felt any difference between it and the Three Great Empires.
It wasn't until he stepped into a city in the Sun Moon Empire that he noticed the difference.
If the architecture of the Three Great Empires leaned towards the classical and had distinct characteristics, then the Sun Moon Empire gave Wang Nan the feeling of seeing cities from his past life's memories in a trance.
The city Wang Nan entered was just an ordinary one in the Sun Moon Empire—Banyue City.
Located northeast of Mingdu, the capital of the Sun Moon Empire, Banyue City was far less prosperous than Mingdu. However, it had a port leading to the Tianhun Empire, which kept it brightly lit even at night.
Looking around, multi-story buildings dominated the landscape, and lights flickered in various shops.
Even in the homes of ordinary people, traces of spirit tools could be seen. For the people of the Sun Moon Empire, the use of spirit tools had already become an integral part of daily life.
In some crowded areas, Wang Nan even saw spirit screens similar to GG screens.
It was no wonder that during the original continental war, after the Sun Moon Empire occupied the Tianhun Empire, they only needed to provide free spirit tools to the common people. After a period of time, they gained widespread public support.
Frankly, even Wang Nan himself would prefer to live in a more convenient place.
However, he wasn't here to experience life. After a brief rest, Wang Nan donned a black robe to conceal his figure and then headed toward an inconspicuous three-story building.
Surrounded by taller buildings, this structure wasn't particularly noticeable when hidden among them. Many people glanced at it briefly and then paid no further attention.
However, Wang Nan walked straight toward it.
In his eyes, the aura of Evil Soul Masters here was so strong it resembled a bright lamp in the dark night, exceptionally noticeable.
Inside the building, several young men dressed in black and wearing bamboo hats were busy with something.
"How are the statistics coming along?"
"Last month's results are already out. A total of twenty-three Holy Servants were sent from the Tianhun Empire, and only three of them have a chance to become Holy Spirits."
"What about this month?"
"This month's haven't been sent yet, and no news has come from that side either."
"I'm afraid something has changed again."
"It's better here for us. Did you hear the news from before? The Eighth Elder led people out on a mission and hasn't returned since."
"Yes, even a powerhouse like the Eighth Elder has gone missing. It's better for us here."
Knock, knock, knock—
A knocking sound interrupted their conversation.
"Number Six, go and see if this month's people have arrived."
"Yes, Holy Spirit."
A young man in black stood up and went to the door. The moment he opened it, his body was immediately thrown backward, smashing several pieces of furniture before he could react. Finally, his back slammed into the wall, and he lost his life.
"Who are you?" The person called "Holy Spirit" instantly stood up, six spirit rings—four purple and two black—rising around him.
Wang Nan glanced at him and understood that this was another official Disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult who had undergone the "Spirit Ascension Ritual."
However, facing him, Wang Nan didn't need to reveal his Spirit. Just as the Holy Spirit Cult Disciple rushed over, Wang Nan raised his right hand, and golden light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the Holy Spirit Cult Disciple's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, the remaining Holy Servants instantly lost any thought of resisting and knelt before Wang Nan, begging for mercy frantically.
However, the next moment, a black shadow flashed, and several heads flew into the air.
Wang Nan walked into the inner room, flipped through their ledgers that recorded various human trafficking activities, collected them, then pulled down his hood and quickly left.
The changes in Banyue City were not limited to this one place. In a single night, all three strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult in Banyue City were uprooted, with no survivors.
The next morning, in front of several buildings, the Sun Moon Empire's army had sealed all entrances, and many soldiers were constantly searching inside and outside the rooms with various spirit tools.
On the other side, personnel had been arranged at all exits of Banyue City to check those entering and exiting.
However, the instigator of all this had already traveled west, arriving in a mountain range northwest of Mingdu.
Here lay a valley spanning over ten li.
The entire valley was extremely round, as if deliberately arranged, with the valley floor sinking into a semicircle filled with clear lake water.
Wang Nan first observed it from a distance. Seeing no peculiarities, he slowly entered.
This was Qiankun Wenqing Valley.
This place was both a treasure land and a dangerous one.
Legend had it that this was where the God of Love fell. For those truly in love, they would receive the blessing of the "God of Love" here. Similarly, those who betrayed love and came here would suffer the most severe punishment.
However, there was nothing special about it now. Unlike places like the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, only the blood of those who betrayed love could activate its divine properties.
Wang Nan did not go deep, merely sitting cross-legged in the distance to slowly recover his spirit power.
Just as he opened his eyes again, someone suddenly appeared beside him. Even with Wang Nan's mental force, he hadn't noticed when the person arrived.
This was an Elder—tall and imposing, with meticulously combed silver hair, a face as rosy as a baby's, and long eyebrows hanging down on both sides of his face.
His eyes were fixed on Qiankun Wenqing Valley not far away, filled with nostalgia.
"Dragon Emperor Senior," Wang Nan stood up and called out.
Long Xiaoyao then withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Nan. "I originally thought it would be one of Mu En's Disciples who came to find me, but I didn't expect the person who inherited his ultimate skill, 'Monarch Overlord,' to be you."
"Dragon Emperor Senior, you misunderstand. I haven't learned the complete Monarch Overlord from Elder Mu. I've only learned some superficial uses of mental force and incorporated my own insights into it."
"Hmph, quite the 'superficial' skill," Long Xiaoyao snorted lightly. "Even if it's your own insights, you used such methods to uproot three strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult overnight and then came here to wait for me. Mu En must have told you everything."
"I've only heard a little."
"Ah, really?" Long Xiaoyao merely sighed, not waiting for Wang Nan's response.
Without any other movement, his body floated up, slowly approaching Qiankun Wenqing Valley.
"Alas, the story of us three began here."