Clark proceeded towards the heart of Heavenly Immortal City, his steps quickening as the drab, lifeless streets gradually transformed into a vibrant tableau of prosperity and activity.
Mortals and cultivators mingled harmoniously, their lives seemingly blessed by the careful governance of those in power.
The city exuded an aura of wealth and tranquility, a testament to its efficient administration and the influence of its esteemed leaders.
Upon reaching a quaint yet elegant storefront, Clark expressed his desire for opulent accommodations. "I seek something grand and lavish. Money is of no concern," he asserted confidently. The proprietor, a shrewd individual well-versed in catering to the city's elite, immediately understood Clark's needs.
By day's end, Clark found himself standing in a vast, secluded courtyard, surrounded by serene gardens and ornate architecture.
