The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Fang Chu had taken on the dual role of chief architect and chief overseer of the Great Qian imperial capital project.

After spending a tremendous amount of time constructing the core formation array for the imperial city, Fang Ting finally arrived overhead. With a flick of his hand, he withdrew the Heaven-Tier Spirit Vein obtained from the Primordial Sacred Ground and placed it into the prepared nexus point.

Swoosh—!!

Originally, the spiritual energy in the area was only moderately abundant. But as soon as the spirit vein settled into place, the surrounding energy density soared dramatically.

Even the cultivators camped outside the city walls could instantly feel the change.

"Hey… do you guys feel that? The spiritual energy around here just got denser."

"I thought it was just me… but you're right. Something's changed."

"The Fang Clan must've installed a spirit vein inside the city."

"It must be at least Earth-Tier for it to be this noticeable from outside the city."

"If it's supposed to sustain an imperial capital, Earth-Tier wouldn't cut it—it has to be Heaven-Tier."

"But there are only so many Heaven-Tier spirit veins in all of Cangzhou. Where would they even get one?"

"Wait... don't tell me…"

Realization dawned, and many immediately silenced themselves. No one dared to finish that sentence.

But the same thought rang in everyone's mind:

Did the Fang Clan seize the Heaven-Tier Spirit Vein from the Duan Clan or the Primordial Sacred Ground?

The Duan Clan was unlikely—they had no major feud with the Fang Clan.

But the Primordial Sacred Ground? That was another matter entirely.

They had been in constant covert conflict for years.

It wasn't unreasonable to think that after annihilating the Sacred Ground, the Fang Clan had claimed their spirit vein.

Still, this was only speculation. With no solid proof, no one dared to speak out.

And even if it was true—who would dare protest?

If the Fang Clan could wipe out the Primordial Sacred Ground, then none of Cangzhou's other hegemonic powers would stand a chance either.

Ever since the destruction of the Duan Clan and the Sacred Ground, the entire continent had been on edge—every sect worried they might be next.

But the Fang Clan?

They alone remained unbothered, steadily developing, pushing forward with construction of their imperial capital.

They spared no expense—pouring manpower, resources, and funds into the effort. The capital grew at a pace visible to the naked eye.

If ordinary mortals were to attempt a city this size—spanning thousands of miles in all directions—they wouldn't finish it in a hundred lifetimes.

But with cultivators capable of moving mountains and filling seas, the progress was blindingly fast.

The walls, palaces, towers, and streets were swiftly built. Most of the construction was subcontracted to other sects and craftsmen.

The two areas that took the most time were the citywide defensive formation and the array surrounding the royal palace.

These weren't casual arrays—they were immense constructs, requiring many formation masters and massive effort.

Most importantly, both were entirely handled by Fang Clan members. Outsiders weren't even allowed to look.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Far to the east of Shanzhou, above the Endless Eastern Sea—

BOOM—!!

Dark clouds blanketed the sky. Lightning flickered restlessly, bolts of thunderous energy arcing like dragons through the heavens.

The sea below was eerily still. Not a single ripple marred its surface.

For over a million miles, every ocean beast fled in panic, as though some unspeakable terror was emerging.

Floating high in the air stood a lone, white-clad figure.

Wind tugged at his robes. His expression was calm, yet ethereal. Every motion radiated the laws of the Great Dao.

He looked like a celestial immortal descending to the mortal realm.

And the aura surrounding him was terrifying beyond measure—as if he could effortlessly destroy the world with a flick of his hand.

This man was Fang Ting.

Buzz—!!

His eyes opened. A beam of golden light flashed, then faded.

BOOM—!!

As he activated his technique, his aura surged wildly.

He had reached the threshold. His cultivation was ascending—from Saint King to Emperor.

This was one of the most remote regions of Shanzhou. The hegemonic sects were all far removed from this place.

And yet, at that very moment, across the continent, the old Saint King ancestors of those powers all snapped awake, horror etched across their faces.

"That aura—!! Someone is ascending to the Emperor Realm!!"

"Impossible! Shanzhou's strongest is only Ninth Heaven Saint King. And Elder Zhang has nearly exhausted his lifespan—he's lost all hope of breakthrough!"

"Could it be a powerful cultivator from another continent? One who came here specifically to break through in secret?"

"If I could observe the ascension up close, I—wait, no! Too dangerous. We don't know who it is. What if they're temperamental? One bad mood and we could all be wiped out."

Realizing the risks, the excited Saint Kings stayed home.

A few especially cautious ones even fled the continent outright, fearful the new Emperor might have other motives.

Time passed—no one knew how long.

BOOM—!!!

Fang Ting's aura suddenly leapt to another level.

His entire being transformed.

He still stood, hands clasped behind his back, floating calmly in the air.

But now, his figure flickered like a mirage, seemingly ready to merge into the heavens themselves.

"So this… is the Emperor Realm."

He raised his hand and clenched it.

BOOOOM—!!

The energy gathered in that motion alone could flatten a city the size of Duanshan City.

He now truly held the power to command heaven and earth.

The gap between the Emperor and the Saint Realm was too vast—so vast that no genius or numerical advantage could bridge it.

Fang Ting had not only stepped into the quasi-Emperor stage, but with it, his Flawless Sacred Body evolved into a Flawless Immortal Body.

From the beginning, his body had advanced alongside his cultivation—first the Flawless Spirit Body, then the Flawless Sacred Body, and now…

Flawless Immortal Body.

He became the third Immortal Body in the Heavenly Origin Realm—after Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying.

The Flawless Immortal Body had a unique strength: no cultivation bottlenecks. Even without training, his cultivation would constantly rise.

Though this body lacked the explosive combat power of some others, in terms of growth speed and potential, it was peerless.

And this trait matched perfectly with both Fang Ting's system and his laid-back personality.

With the Flawless Immortal Body, he could now enjoy his cultivation couch-potato lifestyle more comfortably than ever.

Once his new realm stabilized, Fang Ting casually waved his hand and tore open a rift in the void.

He stepped in—and vanished.

No one knew how much time had passed before the Saint Kings of Shanzhou dared approach the area.

Even the lingering traces of Emperor-level aura were enough to greatly benefit their cultivation.