Only after venturing deep into Yunjiang Road did Wang Ping finally understand what the Divine Dao truly was.
Here, it was nearly impossible to walk for hours without seeing signs of civilization. Farms and villages packed the land, and countless pavilions and storied buildings had been constructed. At a glance, it seemed as if tall buildings were everywhere.
Incense smoke always lingered among these tall buildings, dotted with streams of golden light, making one feel as if they were in a legendary Immortal Realm. The ones indulging here were not high officials or nobles, but the most common folk. They could freely enjoy delicacies and drink without restraint.
Five-spice powder was even hawked on the streets, and everyone, men and women alike, was addicted to it.
