The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Through the tireless efforts of Fang Clan cultivators, a vast and magnificent city rose from a once-desolate wilderness in the northern reaches of the Eight Ancient Nations.

Its sprawling walls soared over 300 feet tall, built from giant slabs of stone each weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds. From afar, it looked like a colossal beast crouched upon the earth.

As one approached the towering main gate, the name of the city came into view—boldly inscribed above:

"Ascension City."

Any place that dared use the character "Immortal" in its name was far from ordinary. It took immense courage and confidence.

The name was chosen by Fang Ting himself—and the three characters had been inscribed by his own hand, with a casual flick of his finger.

At first glance, they seemed plain and unremarkable. But those who understood, knew: these words were infused with his Dao and his laws—the imprint of an Emperor Realm cultivator.

Only those with extraordinary comprehension could glimpse the mysteries hidden within. Even Saint-level cultivators might achieve insights simply by meditating on those characters.

And today, this newly constructed capital of the Great Qian Dynasty was finally opening.

Outside the gates, seas of people gathered—layer upon layer, hundreds of rows deep. The crowd stretched so far, the end could not be seen.

"Heavens! I don't think even Duanshan City had this many people!"

"Ascension City will definitely become the number one city in all of Cangzhou!"

"It's perfect… except the prices! I can't even afford the rent, let alone buy a place!"

"Security is priceless. I'll pay whatever it takes."

"Hurry and buy! Wait too long and you'll be priced out entirely!"

The crowd numbered in the millions, and the noise was deafening.

But suddenly—a beastly roar echoed from the distance.

ROAR—!!

The sound was so distinct and powerful, it drowned out even the chatter of millions. Everyone instinctively turned to look.

Dark dots emerged on the horizon—rushing toward the city.

As they neared, the onlookers saw them clearly—it was the Fang Clan.

Leading the procession was a majestic beast twenty feet tall, with two horns on its head and an aura of terrifying dominance.

Its presence alone made every other spirit beast and demon beast present collapse in fear, trembling under a primal, soul-deep pressure.

"What kind of monster is that?! What terrifying energy!"

"Looks a bit like a Skyfire Flame Beast from the Ten Great Demon Tribes…"

"You amateur—that's an Ancient Mythical Beast: a Suanni. The Skyfire Beast is just a distant descendant. That's like comparing a grandson to his ancestor!"

"Good heavens! The Fang Clan actually owns a real ancient mythical beast?!"

The beast, Little Grey, carried Fang Ting atop its back, holding its head proudly high—utterly dismissive of all present.

Behind them followed two enormous Azure Thunder Rocs, each carrying Fang Clan elders and the clan's top prodigies.

Trailing them were eight red-backed dragon beasts with dragon heads and tails, black wings, and formidable auras.

Each exuded the might of a dragon, their posture domineering and regal.

These were the Redback Dragon Beasts brought back by Fang Hao from the Immortal Realm—each containing a trace of Yinglong bloodline.

Seven of the beasts pulled a majestic imperial carriage, upon which sat Empress Song Yushu, ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Beside her was Fang Kong, Fang Ting's third son and crown prince of Great Qian—riding atop his own Redback Dragon Beast.

Bringing up the rear was an army of soldiers clad in black armor—the Imperial Guard of Great Qian. Each had been handpicked and rigorously trained. Every soldier was gifted, formidable, and absolutely loyal to the Fang Clan and Great Qian.

The entire procession left the onlookers breathless.

"Are those Azure Thunder Rocs?! Don't they carry Kunpeng blood?!"

"What are those dragon-winged beasts? They look like winged qilin, but even fiercer…"

"The pressure from them is insane. They're definitely descendants of some powerful bloodline!"

"Fang Clan's foundation is unreal! So many exotic beasts!"

"At this point, they're not inferior to any other hegemon with a 100,000-year legacy!"

The Hidden Dragon Guards, the Fang Clan's top secret force, did not appear today. They remained the Fang Clan's final trump card, never casually revealed.

Amid the sea of awestruck cultivators, the Fang Clan's grand procession halted before the city gates.

Fang Ting cast his eyes downward and softly spoke:

"Open the city."

His voice was not loud, but it echoed into every ear—compelling and undeniable.

None of them realized that the man who had just spoken was already an Emperor Realm powerhouse—the first to ascend in Cangzhou since the ancient era.

CREEEAAAK—

The massive gates slowly swung open, and a torrent of rich spiritual energy surged outward, intoxicating to the senses.

As the gates opened fully, the Fang Clan's entourage entered first.

The rest of the crowd followed in orderly waves, according to their preassigned groupings.

Fang Ting had personally overseen the planning of Ascension City, integrating design ideas from his past life. The result was a city that was not only practical but modern, elegant, and human-centered.

The streets were wide. The architecture blended traditional majesty with fresh aesthetics. Towering pavilions, elegant courtyards, and palatial complexes rose in uniform grids.

As people entered the inner city, their eyes widened in amazement.

"This city is beautiful beyond words!"

"I'd sell everything just to live here!"

"This is my new home, no matter what!"

"I'd rather share a tiny attic here than live alone in a grand courtyard back home!"

Half of those entering had already camped outside for years, and had pre-purchased or leased homes and storefronts.

Upon entry, they were guided by officials to claim their keys and properties.

The city's residential quarters were divided into four tiers:

Top Tier: Spiritual estates resembling personal paradises—spacious with abundant aura, akin to pocket realms.

Second Tier: Expansive, traditional courtyard residences.

Third Tier: More modest courtyard houses with standard layouts.

Fourth Tier: Multi-story residential towers, each unit privately owned.

Residents could choose based on their wealth and cultivation level.

Merchants who had secured store spaces began inspecting their shops and preparing for business. Within days, the city would bloom with activity.

Already, four branches of Drunken Immortal Pavilion and two of Myriad Treasures Pavilion—both Fang Clan businesses—had opened for trade.

After the Fang Clan arrived at the imperial palace, all their ally factions soon followed, bearing gifts and congratulations.

Though newly built, Ascension City already bustled like a metropolis with ten thousand years of history.

Its streets overflowed with people, carriages, and spirit beasts.

The city gates never rested—waves of cultivators poured in from across the continent.