At the top of the Observation Platform, the fierce wind howled.

When Qin Yiyao saw Gu Ce at the very top of the platform, the National Master was still dressed in his simple gray robe, looking more like a reclusive scholar than a master of power.

However, her attention was not on Gu Ce.

From this height, the entire Qinggu Divine Capital spread out like a chessboard, with streets like lines and palaces like pieces. Above in the sky, the national fortune of the Divine Kingdom appeared as a faint golden mist, the substantial Dao rhythm of the national fortune slowly circulating.