Ever since Drake Liu learned he could return to the Main World, he’d been a bit absent-minded, often spacing out and grinning to himself.
Ian Song knew exactly what he was thinking.
There’s a saying: if you don’t return home in glory, it’s like wearing brocade at night. If he went back to the Main World with his heaven-defying cultivation, who would dare call him a broke loser? By then, power, wealth, beauties—all would be his for the taking.
Of course, that’s just a show-off mentality. Maybe it would give him a huge sense of accomplishment for a while, but once that time passed, he’d just end up feeling lonely and bored.
Ian didn’t bother to point it out. Sure, Drake was a bit of a lecher, but he was still useful—and had helped Ian quite a bit.
At the same time, Ian was pouring all his effort into training Rosie Ning, Wes Wei, Holly Hong, Conrad Wu, and Yanna Zhou.
So, over the past month, they’d all improved a lot—especially Yanna Zhou, who had already reached late Law-Phase Realm.
Rosie Ning, Wes Wei, Holly Hong, and Conrad Wu had all stepped into the Sun-Soul Realm one after another. As for Lena Wei, she broke through to early Law-Phase just three days ago.
Even though they improved quickly, Ian still found them a bit too weak.
In the end, he decided to toss them into the Divine Temple and open up a hundredfold time acceleration for closed-door cultivation.
As for whether the Divine Temple’s secret would leak, Ian trusted these few people—and even if it did, nobody could take it from him.
Next, about the newly recruited maid, Bella Bai.
She always showed Ian, her new master, the proper respect. Other than that, she barely spoke and almost never interacted with anyone.
Later, Drake Liu explained that Bella Bai had always been like this since childhood.
After another half month of travel,
their dragon-drawn carriage finally arrived at the Central Empire’s Imperial Capital. In the distance, a massive city sprawled across the glowing horizon, looking utterly majestic.
Twelve enormous arch bridges stood before the city gates. To enter the Imperial Capital, you had to cross one of those bridges.
Below the bridges lay a pitch-black abyss with no visible bottom.
On top of that, the abyss had a flight-ban attribute—even ordinary Demigod-level cultivators who tried to fly over it would be dragged down by a terrifying suction force from below.
Thanks to the abyss encircling the entire city, even millions of elite troops couldn’t advance an inch.