My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 471 - 356: The Sixth Great Realm Has Qi Nodes! _3

Chapter 471: Chapter 356: The Sixth Great Realm Has Qi Nodes! _3

In response, Owen Bertram realized that other Responsive Objects also possessed significant potential for enhancement. It could lead to a more comprehensive development of his abilities and make his power more robust. If he could improve all the Responsive Objects like this, his power could indeed be deemed "unfathomable."

In addition to this, with the improvement of his Jade Cicada Responsive Object, he also discovered that his Third Great Boundary, Dao Tower Realm, also had a considerable upgrade potential. For instance, this time, due to the pulling effect of the Jade Cicada Responsive Object, the Dao Tower seemed eager to move.

Before, he built his Dao Tower with talismans as per the "Annotations on the Pre-Heaven Wood Totem Collection," creating a tower two levels taller than those of ordinary cultivators.

Now, he felt he could extend the Dao Tower horizontally, separately constructing an Array Dao Tower and a Divine Skills Dao Tower to create a three-in-one pagoda!

However, he didn’t have the right arrays or divine skills at hand.

"This matter will ultimately fall on the second child," Owen Bertram said to himself. Julian Gourd’s belly flipped over, and with its tail it slapped against the water: if you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass.

Ah, no, it was to eat grass.

Hmm? Something still seems off?

....

Ken received fewer gains than Owen Bertram, as the Variant Kingston was too profound. Its placement within the Heavenly Track was extremely high, and even for the Sixth Great Realm, it was challenging to comprehend.

Ferdinand pointed out the massive solemn city wall, saying to the two of them, "We have arrived at the Capital."

Owen Bertram was visiting the true "center" of the Wood Dynasty for the first time. He couldn’t help but look up when he spotted a grey crane spreading its wings in the far-off sky, gliding past their mechanical flying vehicle. It captured his gaze and together they plunged into a vast city filled with endless prosperity.

Inside the city, houses, and buildings stood at varying heights, arranged closely together. There were makeshift hovels built along ditches and awe-inspiring towers, skyscrapers, and palaces where no one dared to talk loudly. There were houses with light gray tile roofs, barely able to resist wind and rain, and shining glazed tile domes under the sun, with countless servants and guards below.

Sidewalk vendors paced through the streets, their sales cries rising and falling. Cargo ships bustled along the canals while porters scurried like laborious ants on the dock. Officials in Yamen sat solemnly, clutching the Great Seal close to their chests while pupils in schools bobbed their heads as they read aloud.

A breeze blew by, stirring a row of bronze wind chimes hanging under the eaves. Their crisp and melodious sound wafted up into the clear sky.

Outside the city, three immense walls rose, setting it apart from other cities. Anyone could see at a glance that these walls were designed with marked aggression in addition to defense when they were first built. For instance, there were more walls with protruding structures, and they came in a variety of shapes with long spikes arranged along the edges.

On the city walls, several fort towers for large-scale magical instruments could be seen everywhere.

The three city walls were interconnected by arrays, turning the open space in the middle into a lethal trap for any attackers. Anyone wishing to break through would need to sacrifice countless lives!

Ferdinand landed the mechanical flying vehicle, extending wheels from its bottom and blending it into the procession powered by Spirit Jade, waiting for inspection.

Outside the city gate, a sudden uproar arose. The travelers and merchant teams lining up to enter the city all scattered in panic. Immediately afterward, a man’s loud cursing could be heard, "Here comes that group of men from the central prison, I knew they were going to cause trouble. Damn them!"

Then there was a flurry of flying clubs and sticks since they were close to the Emperor’s residence, magical instruments and divine skills weren’t allowed, and disputes were resolved purely by fists and kicks.

Ironically, the Capital Camp Soldiers guarding the city gate hid in the gate tunnel, chuckling as they enjoyed the commotion without making a move to step out of the gate.

The chaos ended in the time it takes to brew a pot of tea with one side fleeing in defeat while the victorious faction, discontented with simply driving them off, threw harsh words as they chased after them, flinging their iron rods vigorously. As they failed to hit many targets, they cursed in regret.

The soldiers from the Capital Camp stepped in," It’s over, it’s over! They all ran back into the city. What else do you guys want?"

The victorious group grumbled as they turned to greet the city.

Owen Bertram, hiding in the carriage, had a clear view of that group. They were from the South Prison Town Comforting Office. The leader of the group was familiar; he was one of the cavalry generals under Master Lane and David’s former companion, named Andrew Oamond.

"So, even Horizon Bureau can be so overbearing to block the city gate and beat people up," Ken said sarcastically, "This Horizon Bureau really takes the cake!"

Oamond noticed Owen Bertram’s convoy, laughing as he strode over, "Mr. Owen, we’ve come to receive you. Those bastards from the Central Prison were planning to cause you trouble at the gate, but we saw them off."

You always persuade people with your fists and clubs...

Owen Bertram exited the carriage, smiling as he greeted everyone with a pressed-fist salute, "You’ve worked hard, Captain Andrew."

Andrew didn’t mind, "Mr. Owen, no need to be polite. David sent me the message long ago. He stressed his concern repeatedly. As if he needed to — When has our Southern Prison Town Comforting Office let our own suffer? Rest assured, we’ve already arranged your accommodation in the capital."

Andrew guided Owen Bertram and his convoy into the city. But the soldiers of the Capital Camp still meticulously checked their identities. Andrew cooperated entirely. After entering the gate, Andrew whispered to Owen Bertram, "The Capital Camp is the force managed directly by His Majesty, although it comprises primarily spoiled brats, but... it’s better to cooperate with them when you encounter them."