For eight hundred years, the Imperial Capital has nurtured countless mighty overlords who have summoned storms and called for rains across this vast land of Divine Land.
The very air here teems with an imperial purple aura, speaking of a place that, through the rolling wheels of time, has filled with splendor and shame. The feng shui here has been among the finest for centuries.
Countless feng shui masters have exhausted their hearts and souls for that palace, all for a single thought of the ruler of the time.
And now, Ye Ling and Mo Siqing stood on the highest floor, overlooking the Imperial Capital that had hidden countless heroes and villains, taking in the dazzling splendor before them.
"For so many years, who knows how many have dreamed of sitting in that throne in the great hall, yet only a few ever did."
