As the altitude decreased, the myriad phenomena of the imperial city unfolded more clearly before their eyes.
The main road below was entirely paved with mysterious crystal glass, refracting a seven-colored glow in the sunlight.
Dozens of hundred-foot-tall puppet sentries stood imposingly on both sides of the street.
These bronze giants, driven by spirit stones, held long halberds made of mysterious iron, with ethereal blue spiritual fire flickering within their eye sockets, dutifully carrying out patrol tasks.
In the sky above, countless streams of light streaked across the sky.
These were cultivators flying with their magical tools, some stepping on flying swords, some standing atop jade flutes, and others directly piloting bronze elixir cauldrons through the air.
Various spiritual lights interwoven into a net, rendering the sky extraordinarily magnificent.
Faced with this vast spectacle, the newly arrived Zhou Qing and Luo Lingling couldn't help but stop and watch.
