October, autumn.
In the northern part of the Nanhuang Continent, the main city of the Seven Blood Eyes.
The sky was clear except for wisps of white clouds that transformed into long catkins. It was as though a scholar was painting in the sky with white paint. With a few casual strokes, it created a beautiful scene.
It was the same for the land. The main city was filled with liveliness and prosperity. The people were smiling as they went about their businesses. This was because the Seven Blood Eyes had already announced their plan to migrate.
Anyone who paid taxes for ten years or more to the Seven Blood Eyes could apply to head to the Wanggu Continent.
They would have to take care of the teleportation fees themselves.
However, this was something countless cultivators in the Nanhuang Continent dreamed of, let alone the mortals in the Seven Blood Eyes.