It didn't take long before Qingyi finally caught sight of the Alliance Leader's Palace.
In fact, from the moment he stepped off the dock, the colossal structure was already visible in the distance, dominating the horizon.
Honestly, it looked more like a city-colony than a palace.
The central tower pierced the clouds with its thousand floors, and the entire complex sprawled wide enough to house more than fifty million residents.
Surrounding the palace stood the central facilities of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance Academy, where countless disciples honed their skills day after day.
Tianjin could have flown there in the blink of an eye, but he preferred to walk alongside Qingyi.
Together, they traversed ancient forests and cities populated mostly by the disciples' families. They also passed through vast industrial centers, where towering smokestacks belched endless columns of smoke, forging war equipment without pause.
