Li Yi flew for another half day with Good Wings.
A majestic and imposing city appeared in front of them. The place was resplendent with vibrant flowers, as though oil was boiling in a raging fire. Crowds bustled, dragons from the eight directions converged, and nine waters intertwined. There stood a thousand-layered tower reaching to the heavens, divine statues as towering as mountains, a Golden Hall afloat on Taihu, and palaces stretching for miles. At a glance, it was impossible to see its end.
This place was akin to the ancestral vein of a region, a convergence point of nature's spiritual energy.
"Tao Court!"
Li Yi's silver eyes fixated on a colossal mountain. The mountain stood three thousand meters high, like a giant monolith between heaven and earth, with two golden characters written upon it. Though Li Yi's cultural knowledge prevented him from recognizing the characters, they inexplicably resonated in his mind as the words "Tao Court."
