Eternal life begins with saving my clan

At the heart of the Zizhu Prefecture, dominating the landscape with grandeur and significance, stood the magnificent Prefecture Capital—a sprawling metropolis that epitomized power and prestige.

The city, nestled within towering walls, was not merely a hub of commerce but also the residence of the most formidable experts in the entire prefecture, including the esteemed Prefecture Lord.

The Prefecture Capital, a bustling hive of life and activity, accommodated an astronomical population, with millions upon millions of residents contributing to the vibrant tapestry of the city.

The entrance, marked by colossal 20-meter-wide gates, served as a gateway to both merchants seeking fortune and visitors eager to explore the heart of the prefecture.

As one approached the entrance, a sea of people unfolded—a diverse multitude creating a dynamic and lively atmosphere.

Merchants haggled, traders negotiated, and tourists marveled at the city's grandeur, all vying for entrance into this bustling epicenter of prosperity.

Once inside, the thoroughfares sprawled wide, with 25-meter-wide roads accommodating the constant flow of pedestrians.

The streets were a spectacle of organized chaos, as individuals from all walks of life traversed the city with purpose and determination.

Along the sides of the roads, numerous stores adorned with captivating paintings and distinctive names beckoned to those passing by, promising treasures and wares from distant lands.

Tall buildings punctuated the skyline, reaching skyward from every conceivable corner of the city. These architectural marvels, with their intricate designs and towering spires, spoke of the affluence and sophistication that defined the Prefecture Capital. Read new stories on m_vl_em_p_yr

The ordinary pedestrian in this bustling city was no ordinary soul—they were cultivators, individuals honing their bodies and spirits in the pursuit of martial prowess.

The majority belonged to the Body Building realm, their auras resonating with the palpable energy of cultivation. These individuals, clad in diverse robes, moved with the grace of those who had embraced the path of martial discipline.

Warriors in the Qi Refinement realm were a common sight, their presence felt like a gentle breeze as they navigated through the streets, radiating an air of seasoned competence.

The Prefecture Capital, a haven for martial cultivation, attracted these warriors who sought to hone their skills and ascend to greater heights.

The Foundation Building realm practitioners, while not as widespread as their Body Building counterparts, still constituted a formidable presence in the city.

Distinguished by their imposing auras and focused expressions, these cultivators moved with a sense of purpose, their every step echoing with the resonance of profound martial knowledge.

It was a city where the realms of mortals and cultivators intertwined, creating an atmosphere charged with energy and ambition.

Within its confines, the heartbeat of the prefecture echoed, pulsating with the rhythm of life and the pursuit of martial excellence.

In the most conspicuous and awe-inspiring district of the capital, a regal mansion reached skyward, capturing the attention of all who beheld its grandeur.

This imposing structure stood as a testament to power and opulence, its sheer magnificence visible from every corner of the capital.

The mansion, a symbol of authority and prestige, radiated an unmistakable aura of dominance, enveloping its surroundings in an air of regal might.

Enclosed by towering walls that reached an impressive 20 meters in height, the estate was a fortress of unparalleled magnificence.

The vigilant gaze of thousands of guards stationed at the gates enhanced the formidable atmosphere that cloaked the mansion.

The guards, a formidable force, stood as sentinels, their imposing figures a testament to the stringent selection process that accompanied their duty.

Warriors at the peak of the Body Building realm constituted the lowest rank among the guards, their physiques honed to perfection through years of disciplined training.

At the helm stood captains in the Qi Refinement realm, exemplifying the pinnacle of martial prowess among the guards.

Together, they formed an impenetrable barrier, safeguarding the precincts of the mansion with unwavering loyalty.

The resplendent estate, with its imposing walls and vigilant guardians, left no room for doubt regarding its owner.

This mansion, standing tall and proud, belonged to none other than the Prefecture Lord.

It served as both a residence and a symbol of the Lord's authority, a majestic testament to the dominion of the Prefecture Capital.

The Prefecture Lord, a figure of immense influence and power, orchestrated the intricate dance of governance from within the confines of this architectural marvel.

Within the estate, a solitary hall rose proudly, its pillars adorned with intricate carvings depicting mythical beasts of ancient lore. At the entrance, an impressive array of 200 guards, all in the Early Qi Refinement realm, stood with unwavering precision.

Their long, gleaming spears pointed skyward, and their expressions conveyed a profound sense of discipline and vigilance.

Stepping into the hall, one would traverse a floor adorned with glistening tiles that mirrored the passage of those who trod upon them.

The atmosphere within exuded purity, heightened by the soothing fragrance of incense that filled the air. Every fabric used in the interior decoration spoke of luxury and refinement, carefully chosen from the finest materials available.

At the culmination of the 50-meter long hall, a throne of unparalleled grandeur held its commanding position.

This imposing seat, embellished with masterful carvings of phoenixes and dragons, dominated the space with an air of majestic authority.

The lifelike depictions of these mythical beings seemed to pulse with an intimidating power that permeated the surroundings, creating an aura that instilled both awe and reverence in those who gazed upon it.

Sitting on the throne was an old man full of vigor and power. Dressed in an overflowing red robe with the image of a dragon on it. The old man exude the power and authority that must not be questioned.

His deep eyes were brimming with strong vitality compared with his aged body. Even though he had restrained his aura, the air around was suffocating that no one dared to come near him.

Creak!

The hall's massive door was pushed open slightly, and a middle-aged man walked in with a pensive expression. He bowed his head and walked lightly as if afraid to make the slightest noise.

He stopped when he reached the center of the hall.

"My Lord," he bowed deeply, his voice full of reverence and respect.

"Tell me, have you handled it to restore peace in the city?" The Prefecture Lord wasn't loud but contained authority and power that sent shivers down the spine of the middle-aged man.

"My Lord…" He paused for a couple of minutes as he arranged his thoughts. "When I got there, the city lord had been killed by a powerful expert."

The Prefecture Lord didn't have any change in his expression. It was as if he hadn't just learned that one of his subordinates had just been killed by a hidden expert.

Still, the envoy continued, knowing what the Prefecture Lord's silence meant.

After narrating everything to the Prefecture Lord, the envoy breathed out a sigh of relief and wiped off the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"So you're saying this small ring has the ability to communicate with one another regardless of their distance?" The Prefecture Lord asked, looking at the ordinary small rings in his hand.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Have you tried it?"

"Indeed, I've tried it, and it was magical." His voice was filled with elation at the prospect of using such a magical artifact.

"Hmm?"

The Prefecture Lord looked at the envoy for a couple of seconds before he sent his consciousness into the small ring. It was not like he was gullible enough to believe what the Envoy said, but his hidden spies had reported the magical abilities of the ring.

Therefore, he knew he was telling the truth.

Immediately, his consciousness entered the ring. The ring performed its wonder. After a couple of seconds, the Prefecture Lord retracted his consciousness from the Spirit Comms with a slight surprise on his face.

'How is this possible?!'

'And what is that voice in my head? Did the ring have some kind of spirit?'

He thought briefly before he set the thought aside and focused on the man. "Did the expert give you only this ring?"

"No. No…." The Envoy quickly shook his head and took a pouch from his storage ring.

"To show his goodwill to My Lord, the expert gave you one thousand spirit comms."

The Prefecture nodded slightly before he frowned. "Why would he give me a few thousand? Did the expert expect me to buy this from him?"

The Envoy didn't raise his head and held his breath. He knew the Prefecture Lord was not asking for his opinion, and the best course of action was to keep quiet.

"You can leave."

"Yes, My Lord."

The voice said slowly, but the corner of his lip curled upward in relief. He knew he failed his mission from the death Baiyun city lord.

But what could he do?

In the presence of such an expert, his existence means nothing. Every fiber of his being warned him not to get on the bad side of such a horrifying expert. Therefore, he took the best possible outcome.

To report truthfully to the Prefecture Lord.

Watching the departure of the Envoy, the Prefecture Lord looked at the so-called Spirit Comms with a fascinating gaze.

"Who would have expected such a magical artifact would come from a backward place like the barren land." He mused before and an evil grin appeared on his face.

"No matter how powerful you are, without my support. Let's see how long you will last in a month's time."

His face contorted into a sardonic smile. "When you come begging for your life. This artifact will belong to me."