The man, clad in white silk robes, controlled two dragon-horses with one hand, then used a God Binding Rope to tie Ming Zhitian's clasped hands together. He then drove the carriage away at high speed!
Ming Zhitian, who had just gotten up, was dragged away… hurtling through the air…
After flying for an unknown number of five hundred kilometers, they reached a place five hundredzhang high, seemingly without end. A layer of golden outer wall pulsed with faint light. Below the barrier was a teleportation portal, a magic array for entering the interior.
Edge of the Clouds—
City of Might—
Ming Zhitian was brought into the Immortal Mansion of Xiao Ling…
And thrown into the servants' quarters…
There were many disheveled people here, all bound by God Binding Ropes. Some had their hands and feet tied, others their necks, and some their thighs. The disobedient were bound in elaborate ways!
Seeing their varied gazes, Ming Zhitian, with his bound hands, lifted them slightly and smiled. He greeted them, "Hello…"
They merely glanced at Ming Zhitian, finding him unremarkable, and paid him no mind.
Ming Zhitian weakly asked, "Can you untie me?"
They looked at Ming Zhitian with contempt, thinking him a fool.
Ming Zhitian gave an awkward smile. "I forgot, you are all tied up too. So… may I ask what this place is?"
No one replied…
Ming Zhitian sighed and endured the night…
The next day, as the sky brightened through the window, a maidservant-like woman opened the door to the servants' quarters. It was the very person who had captured Ming Zhitian yesterday. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Her attire was very simple, and apart from being clean, it was no different from everyone else's.
A mere servant had cultivated to the fifth level of the Divine Emperor realm. They looked at the woman, their eyes dimming, as if they knew where they were going and what they would do.
The maidservant cast a minor spell, and the ten of them, including Ming Zhitian, were connected by their God Binding Ropes and pulled forward. "Follow me."
Ming Zhitian asked, "Where are we going?"
"You talk too much." The maidservant raised a finger slightly, and an invisible slap struck him.
"Crack!"
Ming Zhitian spun and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
"…"
Everyone was stunned. The maidservant frowned. "No cultivation at all? How did he reach the Heavenly Realm? Never mind, just don't die and dirty the place."
She took out a blood-red pill and fed it to Ming Zhitian. Placing her hand on his chest, the pill dissolved and went down his throat into his abdomen.
The maidservant frowned. "So, it's the Profound Harmony Divine Body. A rare guest indeed."
Ming Zhitian woke up. Seeing he was fine, the maidservant turned and left without looking back. "Let's go."
She pulled the ten of them in a line and vanished.
…
When they reappeared, they were at the tail end of the dragon-horse carriage, being led. The maidservant was inside, driving the two dragon-horses through the air.
Ming Zhitian's golden eye, his heterochromatic right eye, flashed with a golden light, a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment. It was the Eye of the Immortal Emperor gifted to him by a woman.
He never expected it to be useful one day. A sharp pain surged, and Ming Zhitian instinctively covered his right eye, but after a while, it subsided.
Soon, the dragon-horse carriage stopped, arriving at a fruit orchard. Here, over a dozen senior servants in white managed over a hundred junior servants in white, akin to slaves. Any slight mistake would earn them a whip.
Every day, they had to work diligently and clearly defined tasks: plowing, sowing, fertilizing, providing strong light, pruning branches, and spraying pesticides to prevent the invasion of vicious insects.
Any slip-up, any tiny error in a step, would result in a brutal lashing with the God Binding Whip, until they were exhausted. Some even died on the spot, their bodies becoming fertilizer to nourish the immortal soil.