All paths lead to the Godly Capital.
The Godly Capital was located at the center of the Jin Dynasty and occupied the top of the heaven's fate. It was the ruler of the world and the head of the Dragon Veins.
It was located at the Central Royal Prefecture by the Jin River.
It used to be called "Jin Capital", but the reason why it was changed to "Shen Capital" was because four thousand years ago, someone dug out a statue of a god that was one thousand eight hundred seventy-four zhang tall at the bank of the Jin River. The emergence of the statue shook the world, and the name "Jin Capital" was changed to "Shen Capital" to conform to the will of the heavens.
The divine statue stood on the shore of the great river, towering and surging, overlooking the world and looking down proudly at the blue dome of heaven. At that time, there was a princess of the imperial family who became a nun after losing her hair. She built a nunnery around the divine statue, and it was called "Faith Nunnery".
Four thousand years ago, this nunnery was only a grass hut. Today, it had grown into a sacred ground of the Buddhist faith.
This was what Feng Feiyun heard from Wan Xiangcen!
"One more day and we should be able to reach the nunnery. Once we get there, it will only be half a day's journey to the Godly Capital."
Wan Xiangcen sat under the lamp. Her face was as beautiful as jade and her beautiful eyes were especially clear like two pieces of glass.
Outside of the cabin, there was the sound of surging waves. Mist came in from the window with wisps of smoke.
This was a red ivory warship heading to the Godly Capital. It had been half a month since they left the Grand Southern Prefecture and had entered the territory of the Central Royal Prefecture.
The red ivory warship could travel thirty thousand miles in a day, even faster than a Heaven's Mandate cultivator. Grand Blacksmith Masters spent several hundred years and millions of pounds of spirit materials to refine one.
When cultivators traveled to other prefectures, they had to use the red ivory warship.
The red ivory warship absorbed the Profound Yang essence of the sun and turned it into energy. Its speed was the fastest during the day, but it was much slower at night. At this moment, it was not long into the night. The cultivators on the red ivory warship had all entered cultivation. Only a few young cultivators who had never traveled far before were still standing on the hundred meter high deck, enjoying the wind and gazing at the moon.
Feng Feiyun said, "One thousand eight hundred seventy-four zhang tall statue, and it was dug out from the river. I must go and see for myself."
Xiangcen smiled: "Every cultivator who goes to the capital will pay their respects to the statue. There are so many prodigies going to the capital these days. Maybe we'll see many top prodigies at the convent tomorrow."
"That's none of my business."
Feng Feiyun had come to Fairy's Capital purely to complete the task that Feng Mo had given him. At the same time, he wanted to witness the prosperity of the legendary number one city of all ages. He really didn't think too much about other things.
Wan Xiangcen returned to her room to rest. She wasn't as relaxed as Feng Feiyun at the capital. There were many things that she needed to handle personally.
"As expected of the Seventh Royal Highness. She's actually able to talk to a man who raped her so calmly in the middle of the night. Her state of mind isn't something an ordinary woman can compare to."
Feng Feiyun smiled and stared at Wan Xiangcen. He took a deep breath and could still smell her enchanting fragrance in the air.
Any other woman wouldn't dare to look at the rapist even if they wanted to die after being raped. However, Wan Xiangcen was so calm and even had a good chat with Feng Feiyun.
She was much scarier than girls like Ji Cangyue, Lu Liwei, and Bai Ruxue. She didn't let her emotions show and wasn't blinded by her hatred and humiliation.
Feng Feiyun became more cautious of Wan Xiangcen and warned himself that this was a heretical lord, not a weak girl who would submit to humiliation.
After leaving Grand Southern, Feng Feiyun immersed himself in cultivation every day in order to reach second-level Heaven's Mandate. However, he couldn't meditate tonight as if something was disturbing his mind.
In the end, Feng Feiyun left the room and stood on the sixth floor of the red ironwood corridor. He lifted his head and could see the eight trigrams formation floating in the air. There was also a spirit light compass in the middle of the formation. This was the thing that gathered the red ivory warship's energy and direction.
At the bottom of the six-story corridor was a deck that was nearly a thousand meters long. Such a huge ship was simply like a steel monster roaming on the river.
"Tomorrow, the pillar of Beauty's Smile will go to the Bi Qiu Nunnery to pray for blessings. Master ordered us to capture her no matter what and bring her back to the Divine Capital." A gloomy voice came from one of the cabins.
Even though there was a soundproof barrier around the cabins, Feng Feiyun still vaguely heard the words "Beauty's Smile". He became more attentive after hearing the words "Beauty's Smile". He thought to himself: 'Hongyan has a sister who was bought to Beauty's Smile, the number one brothel in the world.'
With this in mind, Feng Feiyun focused his ears and listened carefully.
Another voice came from the cabins: "Master is talking about the flute beauty, a musical maestro, Xiaoxiang Ye."
"Hmph!
She's only a prostitute!
Musical maestro? She's just a whore. "
The gloomy voice said: "It's best if you don't say this in front of outsiders. Xiaoxiang Ye has a lot of fans, many peerless geniuses see her as a musical goddess. There are even grand historical geniuses among them."
Feng Feiyun had heard long ago that the capital was a gathering place for royalty and nobility. The royal court had more than six thousand years of history and had given birth to countless noble factions. The leading ones were the three grand dukes and eighteen marquis factions. There were also many noble families of various sizes, numbering in the tens of millions.
These nobles were all extremely powerful and powerful. They had nurtured many strong cultivators. Some of the more inconspicuous nobles might even have the power to destroy an immortal sect.
Everyone had to keep a low profile in the Immortal's Capital. Anyone in there might have an extraordinary status.
These aristocratic groups were divided into many schools, the most common of which was the elegant stream. These aristocrats cared a lot about their reputation, especially the women of the aristocracy. They loved elegance and elegance, and revered music and literature to the extreme.
This was definitely not something that could be seen outside of the Divine Capital. All the major immortal sects and families were already fighting for resources. All they wanted was to become stronger. Who would bother with literature or music?
Because of this atmosphere, the artists in the capital had a god-like status. They were called "maestro".
Many young nobles didn't care about money or even duels to the death just to listen to their songs.
In the past, there was a cultivator at the Giant level who fought over which of the two maestro's songs was the most beautiful. In the end, the young prodigies also jumped out to fight for the goddess they supported. This wasn't rare at the capital.
Beauty's Smile's "Ye Xiaoxiang" was the most popular maestro in the capital. She was beautiful, but her songs were sad. Who knows how many people shed tears after hearing her?
Even some world-famous Grand Historical Geniuses were her guests. If anyone dared to say anything bad about her, a large group of heroes would come out and chop that person into meat paste.
"The master is also a fan of maestro Ye. You guys are only going to capture her. If you hurt her even a little bit, the master won't be happy."
The voice gradually faded away and couldn't be heard clearly anymore.
Feng Feiyun revealed a knowing smile. There was already a good show to watch before even entering the capital. This so-called master was actually a big shot in the capital who wanted to take his goddess as his personal palace. However, he was afraid that others would find out, so he asked for an outsider's help.
"The culture at the capital is so extravagant. If they don't respect cultivation, then they will surely fall. No wonder why all the cultivators in the world want to rebel. It seems like it's not just because of the astronomical phenomenon." Feng Feiyun lamented.
At noon on the second day, the red ivory warship finally arrived at the convent. It wasn't just Feng Feiyun's warship. Many other ships stopped here with countless prodigies coming down.
There were barbarian warriors from Ancient Jiang, Immortal Sect disciples from Earthchild, and corpse controllers from Northern Frontier … These young prodigies came from all over the world. They all disembarked at the Faith Convent and followed an ancient stone staircase that had existed for thousands of years to cross the mountain ridges to offer their prayers.
"That one thousand eight hundred seventy-four feet tall statue was dug out from the opposite side of the river. It's now hidden by the mountain, but we'll be able to see it when we reach the top." Xiangcen said.
Feng Feiyun was right behind her. Behind him were the twin maids in purple and four armored guards.
When they reached the top of the mountain and saw the statue, Feng Feiyun was petrified. It was as if he was struck by lightning. An indescribable emotion rushed out from his heart, making him feel like he was about to collapse.
"How … How is this possible?
It's her statue, how could it be dug out from the Jin River? What the hell is going on? "Feng Feiyun murmured to himself while staring at the statue.
Xiangcen noticed that Feng Feiyun's expression was strange. It was frighteningly pale with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Could it be that the Yama's Decay Blood in his body is acting up again?
"What's wrong?"
Feng Feiyun grabbed her arm and asked: "Are you sure this statue was dug out from the Jin River four thousand years ago?"
Xiangcen was dumbfounded by the question.
A young cultivator who also came to worship the statue answered after hearing Feng Feiyun's question: "Of course it was four thousand years ago. There's a detailed record of what happened back then in the convent. Brother, if you don't believe me, you can go and read it."
Another man in luxurious robes came with the young cultivator. He said: "Xiaoxiang of Beauty's Smile will come to the convent today. Many prodigies are already waiting at the Ask Buddha Platform. I heard that the historical genius Dongfang Jingshui will also come."
Feng Feiyun couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked up at the statue again and sighed. His pale face was still devoid of blood.