「Yalan Continent.」
Morning light pierced through the clouds. Li Xing had been standing atop the High Tower for three hours.
Behind him, the Holy City sprawled out below.
Forty districts formed an unbroken expanse. The streets crisscrossed like a chessboard, and the dense rows of houses stretched to the horizon.
Wisps of cooking smoke rose, forming a thin haze in the air.
From the streets below, the clamor of the morning market began to rise, mingling with the laughter of children chasing one another.
Thirty years ago, this was all just Blue Cave Mountain.
The Corruption Area began a mere ten miles outside the city walls. At night, one could hear the roars of Corrupted Beasts.
Now, those sounds were gone.
The Purification Area had been pushed outward for thousands of miles, and the tents of new immigrants dotted the plains like white specks.
Every day, convoys arrived from the newly reclaimed territories, laden with ore, timber, and refugees who had survived the devastation.
