The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

noon.

Li Mingyu and his aunt walked at the very front of the group.

Gudu is right in front of us.

The first thing that catches the eye is not the city gate of Gudu, but the "giant ring" that blocks out the sky above Gudu.

That was the iconic architectural complex of Gudu, which the monks called the "Immortal Ring".

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the celestial ring floated silently above Gudu.

From a distance, the entire ring appears bluish-black, resembling either rock or an alloy.

Inside the ring, pavilions and terraces "grow" along the inner wall, with magnificent buildings, flying eaves and brackets, all covered with glazed tiles, layer upon layer.

Several waterfalls cascade down from the center of the ring. Before the water touches the ground, it disperses into white mist halfway up, then is drawn back up by the invisible force at the center of the ring, like a jade belt.

That is where the Upper City District of Gudu City is located.

In this degenerate age, cultivators naturally cannot fly or escape into the earth.

The reason why the entire Immortal Ring can balance the internal and external gravity is rumored to be because it uses energy from the Northern Sea—magnetic crystals. Some people also speculate that it is because some ancient magic arrays in the city are still working.

Although Li Mingyu had heard these things before, he was still deeply moved by what he saw. His aunt was also praising him from the side, saying, "Xiaoyu, look! Xiaoyu, look!"

The architectural style of China becomes more elegant and magnificent towards the core area, and more crude and wild towards the outer perimeter.

The distribution of power supply pipelines can be used to distinguish them. In the upper city of Gudu, the pipelines are perfectly hidden inside the eaves and brackets, while in the lower city, the pipelines are roughly distributed on the surface of the buildings.

Now, what lies before Li Mingyu is the city gate of the lower district of Gudu, which is also the city gate with the most lenient inspection.

Beneath the massive city gate, two convoys of freight trucks drove orderly into the city on the main road, while several groups of immortal palace cultivators rode land shuttles out of the air.

Wei Kun's eyes widened: "Wow, this is the first time I've seen someone who can fly here. What is this handsome guy, Xiao Chenzi?"

Wang Chen sneered: "Hmph, this is what happens when you're ignorant. This is called a Land Shuttle, and you can control it to float and fly with just a small amount of spiritual energy."

The "Land Shuttle" mentioned by the two is a unique flying vehicle of Xuanling Heaven.

Since the depletion of spiritual energy, ancient magical artifacts like flying swords have become difficult to activate normally, and the idea of ​​flying on a sword like traditional cultivators is simply absurd.

This made intercity transportation extremely inconvenient for cultivators of the old Immortal Dynasty. Fortunately, hundreds of years ago, cultivators of the Immortal Dynasty thought of imitating the driving mechanism of ancient flying swords. With the help of the then-emerging charcoal engine and complex bronze machinery, they created the Land Shuttle, a low-altitude flying vehicle that could be easily driven without a large amount of spiritual power.

The land shuttle has no wheels; instead, it is supported by an array of four copper discs at the bottom of its body, which, amidst a low hum and a bluish-gold glow, lift the shuttle off the ground and levitate. Its tail, resembling a swallowtail, spreads out, and steam condenses into a trail of flowing clouds.

Wei Kun stared in disbelief, muttering, "How cool would it be if I could build one and drive it around on Earth?"

Wang Chen was enthusiastically explaining the complexities of this mechanical vehicle to Wei Kun.

Suddenly, Wang Chen pointed to both sides of the city gate and shouted, "Look, there are even more handsome ones over there!"

On either side of the city gate stood a team of cultivators clad in heavy black and gold armor. These massive figures, over two meters tall, had shoulders twice the width of an average person. Their shoulder armor was inlaid with beast-devouring armor, and their backs were bulging with energy cauldrons. Their faceplates resembled those of wrathful deities, and their eyes shone with red light.

Wei Kun: "Xiao Chenzi, what's this again? You guys in the machinery business are so cool. I've never seen anything like this before, back in my small town of Yin County."

Wang Chen: "Why don't you ask Mingyu? You always target me!"

Wei Kun: "Hey Chenchen, you're definitely the one who knows the most about mechanics. I don't know what level Little Li is at, asking him is pointless, I'd rather guess myself, haha..."

While observing the details of the armor, Li Mingyu casually transmitted his thoughts:

"Old Wei is right, Brother Chen, why don't you just go along with him?"

Wang Chen was speechless, feeling like he was being used as a tool for popularizing science.

"I'm truly impressed by you two, but what can I do? I'm a Bronze-level genius. This is called the Mingwang Battle Armor, a self-powered combat-type cultivator's battle armor. Judging by its size, I estimate it's a Qi Refining level battle armor. They all collectively call it 'Mingwang.'"

Wei Kun: "Wow, Xiao Chenzi, you're absolutely a walking encyclopedia of Chinese history! Just how powerful is this Ming King?"

Wang Chen: "Hmm, I'll just say what I know. Let's say... there are three or four ordinary Qi Refining cultivators without armor ganging up on a Spirit Awakening Level 5 Ming King."

Wei Kun's eyes widened again: "How so? In a cross-border challenge, can Ming Wang win?"

Wang Chen: "Hmph, those at the Qi Refining stage have absolutely no chance of winning. If one of them were a Qi Refining cultivator who possessed some kind of combat immortal technique, they might be able to barely protect themselves."

Wei Kun: "What kind of stats are so out of control? How are ordinary cultivators supposed to compete?"

Wang Chen: "You think? Of the seven great immortal arts, the advanced version of our Bronze Arts—the Machine Soul Immortal Art—is the strongest, haha. This Bright King Armor is the culmination of the Machine Soul Art's technology. It's just that I've heard that not just anyone can pilot the Bright King Armor; the piloting conditions are very demanding..."

The two teams of "Ming Wang" stood solemnly on either side of the city gate, their forearm armors fitted with five short gun barrels filled with explosive rounds. In their right hands they gripped broad chainsaw swords, the hilts of which were shaped like the mouths of Yazi, exuding a ferocious and savage aura.

Ahead, there were several temporary wooden tables and curtains. Beside the wooden tables, several palace servants dressed in high-collared robes were registering relief efforts.

Occasionally, children who looked like refugees would walk around, carrying relief food and clothing.

Several other richly dressed monks were supervising from the side.

The leader was a woman in her twenties, wearing a moon-white cross-collar inner garment and a dark blue horse-face skirt, exuding an air of nobility.

Standing beneath the massive city gate in the spring breeze, she was just over two meters tall, with a perfectly proportioned, voluptuous figure, a naturally rounded waistline, and a cool, sharp face with a distinct jawline, a prominent nose, and deep, penetrating eyes.

Li Mingyu saw the relief efforts for refugees from afar, so he called to his aunt and the refugees behind him, and they rushed towards the woman in the green dress in a large, dense crowd.

The woman in the green dress looked at Li Mingyu with slight surprise.

The woman in the green dress only came to her senses when the refugee group reached her.

She lowered her head slightly to look at the refugees before her, her voice cold and clear, and asked:

"Are you... all survivors of the train explosion?"

Some of the refugees wanted to speak, but they shut their mouths as soon as they opened them.

None of the refugees in the front row felt the sharp aura of the woman in the blue dress. Her face was unapproachable, and even her gaze seemed to make the air tremble and freeze in the spring breeze.

The refugees instinctively didn't want to trust her.

Faced with this calamity, no one can guarantee that they won't have their remaining wealth squeezed out at the city gates.

A silence fell.

Everyone turned their gazes to Li Mingyu, who was standing in the center of the crowd.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the refugees, a middle-aged man dressed reasonably well squeezed to the front, leaned in, and quietly nudged Li Mingyu, whispering:

"Young man, if I'm not mistaken, this is the eldest daughter of the Lin family, the current head of the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce. Rumor has it that she is ruthless and has repeatedly forced her competitors to the brink of defeat in the spiritual resources trade, especially the spiritual tea trade. She is a rising star in the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce. I wonder what brings you here this time..."