The Holy City sat at the head of the Grand Emperor Dragon Vein, nourished by its Dragon Vein Qi. It was a place that birthed heroes and nurtured greatness.
Not only was it filled with dense nature's spiritual energy, but it also held a mysterious Dao Charm. For Cultivators, it was a Supreme Holy Land.
Ye Wushuang and his two companions stepped into the Holy City and walked along the main street. They saw countless pavilions, towers, restaurants, and shops lining the way. Its bustling prosperity was far beyond what Nanyang City could ever compare to.
The crowds on the street were like a long dragon with no end in sight. Everywhere one looked, young, outstanding talents could be seen, full of vigor and glowing with success.
"So many people!" Lan Xinyu exclaimed, following beside Ye Wushuang. Staring at the bustling crowds, she was utterly astonished. This was also her first time in the Holy City, and she was immediately struck by its magnificence and prosperity.
