The City Lord's mansion of the Ancient Divine City was established at the center of the city. The entire grand city was circular, surrounding the mansion, with a vast void of tens of thousands of acres in the middle, shrouded in mist, obscuring the towering buildings that reached the sky.
Lian Yue brought Meng Qingzhou's avatar—'Fang Yuan'—aboard a flying boat. They traveled in the air for a long time before gradually approaching the gate of the City Lord's mansion.
The gate itself was no ordinary entrance but formed by the peaks of two towering divine mountains, creating a fan-shaped portal.
Behind the divine peaks was a floating road leading to the tower, lined on both sides by angelic beings clad in sacred armor, holding broad swords.
These angelic sisters were Sister Qiong's personal guards, with the weakest among them at the Mountain Moving Realm, and the strongest even at the peak of the Moon Shine Realm. They did not conceal their aura, pressing down like mountains on anyone who wished to approach the City Lord's mansion.
"The grandeur of the Divine City is indeed impressive," Meng Qingzhou pretended to look around. Although he couldn't see, he could feel the ancient and heavy atmosphere.
"What you see is just the tip of the iceberg. The foundation of the Ancient Divine City is far more terrifying than you humans can imagine," Lian Yue said softly, seemingly explaining but actually showing off.
Meng Qingzhou sighed silently.
The disdain the foreign tribes held for humans was far beyond his imagination. He had thought that as a 'friend of Meng Qingzhou,' Lian Yue and the angelic beings would treat him with some courtesy.
But the moment he stepped onto the road to the heavens, Meng Qingzhou realized he was wrong. The pressure on his shoulders was like mountains, and even the angelic sister Lian Yue showed no kindness.
Lian Yue was somewhat surprised. She deliberately increased her speed, wanting to test the young man's strength indirectly.
They had walked more than half of the road to the heavens, and the tower of the City Lord's mansion was just ahead. The angelic guards along the way all focused their gaze on the black-robed youth, the accumulated pressure exceeding what a Sea Covering Realm cultivator could bear.
However, the black-robed youth remained calm and composed, his expression as serene as water, as if he were on a leisurely stroll.
"Unexpectedly, at such a young age, your cultivation is quite impressive. Few among humans can match you," Lian Yue said, astonished.
Meng Qingzhou, hands behind his back, looked straight ahead and said calmly, "There are countless heroes in the world. Among my peers, there are many with better talent and higher strength than me. It's just that you foreign tribes are secluded, viewing the world from a narrow perspective."
Lian Yue's brows furrowed slightly, showing displeasure, "Are you implying we are like frogs at the bottom of a well? Then tell me, who among your kind is stronger than you?"
Meng Qingzhou laughed, "Ridiculous."
"Let's not talk about others, just the Space-Time Sword Saint. The seven young supremes who died by his hand, which one of them wasn't a dragon among men?"
"Wuyatian Sect's Duan Wuchou, at the peak of the Sea Covering Realm at a hundred years old, three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense could kill anyone below the late Morning Glow Realm! Unfortunately, he lost to the Sword Saint by a narrow margin."
"The Minister of War of the Great Qian Dynasty, Wang Teng, rose from obscurity, comprehended the Dao at ten, and walked an unprecedented path of fortune, harvesting the fortune of countless nations and adding it to himself, standing invincible from the start!"
"The third prince of the Blood Sea Empire, Mo Wuyi, with blood energy like an ocean, once fought and killed three early Moon Shine Realm cultivators, beating them to death with his iron fists."
"The third leader of the Five Spirit Clan, Huang Hao…"
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Meng Qingzhou's tone changed, becoming solemn, "Each of them has walked an unprecedented path and achieved extraordinary accomplishments, yet none could withstand a single strike from the Space-Time Sword Saint."
"Do not forget, the Space-Time Sword Saint is only twenty years old! The Empress of Great Jin, at the early Morning Glow Realm, is also just twenty!"
Lian Yue's expression changed from initial doubt to contemplation, and then to shock.
Indeed!
Despite the Space-Time Sword Saint's fame, he was ultimately just a twenty-year-old kid.
In the angelic tribe, twenty years old was still considered an infant…
Meng Qingzhou's tone grew sharper and more intimidating, "Moreover, do you know why the Sword Saint remained obscure for the first half of his life? If not for his master's persecution, he would still be hiding his identity because he knew that the world is far more dangerous than imagined, with many stronger than him."
Lian Yue fell completely silent, her head drooping, losing all her arrogance. The holy light of her three pairs of wings dimmed and drooped weakly.
The angelic guards along the way also retracted their pressure, their gazes becoming solemn, realizing that this young man was indeed extraordinary, his words and demeanor far from ordinary.
"I say this to warn you that the world is far more dangerous than you think. You must stay low, avoid trouble, and never act recklessly," Meng Qingzhou added.
This final remark was what Meng Qingzhou truly wanted to convey.
In summary: Don't mess with the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, or you'll bring disaster upon yourselves.
Lian Yue raised her eyes weakly, dejectedly asking, "What does 'stay low' mean?"
"Hide your talents, avoid trouble, don't be greedy, stay out of conflicts, and wait until you have accumulated enough strength to amaze the world," Meng Qingzhou explained.
Meng Qingzhou thought to himself: 'Remember, don't be greedy, don't eye the Dao of Space-Time!'
In his view, these angelic beings and Sister Qiong were all after the Dao of Space-Time. His words were meant to serve as a warning.
However, he didn't notice that Lian Yue became increasingly silent and introverted, even a bit self-deprecating.
The angelic guards also silently withdrew their pressure.
They suddenly felt that living their entire lives in the Ancient Divine City might not be a good thing.
True geniuses needed to ride the waves of the era, to fight with heroes, and to forge their own path.
"Sir, please forgive my previous rudeness. I apologize sincerely!" Lian Yue stopped and bowed solemnly to Meng Qingzhou.
Meng Qingzhou smiled with satisfaction, "No matter, recognizing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue."
Indeed, the most powerful weapon in the world was words.
Look! What could have been a bloody battle for the Sword Sense of Time and Space was cleverly resolved with a few words.
Lian Yue's eyes were determined as she continued, "I understand your meaning, sir. Once the plague in the city is eradicated, I will leave the Ancient Divine City and venture into the real world. Even if I face capture and hunting by human cultivators, I will go!"
"I will hide my talents, avoid trouble, but if someone wants to kill me, I won't be afraid!"
"Only then can I walk the path of a true strong person!"
The eyes of the angelic guards sparkled with interest, and some even removed their sacred armor, folded their six wings under their clothes, handed in their resignation letters, and bowed to Meng Qingzhou from a distance before resolutely leaving the Ancient Divine City…
Meng Qingzhou was dumbfounded, "Huh?"
"No…"
It wasn't until Meng Qingzhou entered the City Lord's mansion and stood before Sister Qiong's room that he realized.
"What just happened?"
"Did they misunderstand my words? I only meant for them not to covet the Sword Sense of Time and Space, why are they all leaving the city?"
What Meng Qingzhou didn't know was that his words had officially drawn the Ancient Divine City into the main storyline…
A group of foreign tribe prodigies from the Ancient Divine City would become the trendsetters of the future golden era, and the instigator of it all was now scratching his head in confusion.
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