The Sacred Land's opening ceremony, a grand event that countless people across the Twenty-One Provinces had been eagerly anticipating, was finally about to begin.
Above the cities in each province, the City Master Mansions all projected vast void mirrors. Through these mirrors in the sky, one could observe all the scenes unfolding within the entire Sacred Land.
Countless commoners watched the scenes above the sky without blinking.
Perhaps previously, the common people were merely aware of this grand event, but it was, after all, too remote—a matter for Immortals. Occurring once every fifty years, some might not witness it even once in their lifetime.
Caring about this event was less important than whether one's own hen would lay an extra egg or whether Widow Wang in the next village was secretly seeing a man.
