People often say.
There are no decades in the mountains.
There are no years in cultivation.
Li Jing didn't used to feel much about this before.
But now, he seemed to have adapted to it.
Unconsciously.
A century's time passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon.
Li Jing, dressed in a black robe, was standing at the top of Zhenyuan Tower overlooking Chen Tang City, lost in thought.
This.
A hundred years have passed.
Everything seemed to happen in a split second.
Yet the traces left by time are everywhere.
After a hundred years of development, Chen Tang City, which he had built on a whim, had grown to an awe-inspiring scale.
City of the Sky.
Still the City of the Sky.
LIttle has changed.
But the ground below is a different story.
Star God Temple, Qingyuan Palace, Immortal Music Palace stand firm.
The overall situation hasn't changed.
But the scale of the three major sects is a hundred times larger than it was a hundred years ago.
Of course.
