Mist and clouds twined ethereally, as if the city walls constructed of pure gold extended towards the infinite horizon.
Jade tiles and emerald bricks were laid in orderly succession, with divine lights shimmering from the copper nails on the vermilion gates; even the most common pillars had the girth of a hundred men's embrace.
Above the plaque larger than any palace in the Mortal World were three golden characters: East Heaven Gate!
On the white jade steps before the gate stood thousands of towering Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, arrayed in grim formation, their ferocious and deadly aura freely spreading about.
The Heavenly Gate was vast, with clouds steaming and mists billowing, troops of Heavenly Soldiers imposing, dominating all directions!
Yet Wang Yuan could tell from their dull eyes.
Most of these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were like the clay and wood figurines in the City God temples, long devoid of their own consciousness.