Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed. To ordinary mortals, they could experience life, aging, illness, and death in a hundred years. To a mortal country, it was possible for the world to change. However, to Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation or even Void Refinement and Body Integration, a hundred years was only a period of time in a long lifespan.
Gray Stone City.
The 12 main streets were even more prosperous. Cultivators were everywhere. Cultivators at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms could be seen everywhere. Ever since the other market cities in the Western District were frequently attacked by foreign races, this city at the headquarters of the True Treasure Pavilion attracted human cultivators to live here.
On one of the streets, a graceful young man in embroidered clothes held a feather fan and accompanied two maidservants who looked like fairies, enjoying the beautiful scenery on both sides of the street.
