<h4>Chapter 172 Beautiful</h4>
It was nighttime as the lian Lands came to view… and it was just beautiful.
All the others could see were silhouettes, but Liam zoomed in and saw the vast array of colors thatnds consisted of.
Towering mountains stretching into gray clouds filled his vision. They were blocky in shape and weren''t sloped like normal, like square pirs connected to the skies gradually thinning out from the base.
Lowering his gaze, Liam inspected the borders and docking ports that epted the iing ships, stretching as far as his eye could see.
Scattered orbs of bright white light illuminated the space. Like pole lights, they were connected to the end of a tall, curved nt.
On high towers, stern-faced, burly men wearingyered robes firmly directed the sailors on where to go.
''They''re strong. There are even Rank 3 Magi among them. Hiding my appearance won''t be as easy anymore.''
The towers were made with colorful, arched, interwoven wood, glowing with a gentle light.
Any structures Liam saw erected at the border looked naturally made, as though the colorful nt life willingly decided to shelter and take care of its inhabitants.
Even the waters grew clearer as the ship approached, with glowing, koi-like fish creating faint ripples beneath its surface.
The naturality of li was truly breathtaking for any normal person.
Even Liam was amazed by its beauty. Learning about it through books and interactive pictures didn''t do it justice.
"You''ve been here before?" Liam asked Jargon, who responded with a quick nod.
"Once with Revel. He didn''t stay for long, though. For some reason, he looked offended and angry when we returned to Echoria."
Liam hummed in thought.
Nobles from Echoria were strictly barred from entering li.
That was part of the reason Liam chose it as his destination.
After several incidents of shing against other Sects and local folks, li just banned any noblemen or women froming to their country.
A wise decision, Liam realized.
li only epted migrants and Royalty, as well as any Zenith Ranked cultivator they couldn''t afford to offend.
That said, Liam desperately needed a bath before making his first impressions.
With his current state he didn''t doubt getting deported on arrival.
Jargon promptly showed him a shower-room and gave Liam a set of new clothes. One of lian custom.
It was a in inner robe, padded with a ck outer robe and loose martial art pants of a simr color.
"I''ll go make the preparations, sir."
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As Liam bathed, the Blood Troupe members switched out their clothes to match with lian customs.
The weaker ones resembled farmers and workers, while those with rtively strong centers of power wore various martial arts robes.
Jargon directed the ship to the closest jetty, where an lian martial artist approached and gestured for them to exit.
The tall, tanned, muscr middle-aged man wore ck and white robes, and radiated a powerful aura.
Liam had finished bathing by then. His appearance wasn''t entirely switched this time, since the IDs were only required when exiting Echoria.
The martial artists themselves were the inspectors/judges that determined entry into the country.
Only Liam''s dark red and golden eyes were switched out with ck, with minor changes in his facial features and skin.
Jargon was a capable man.
He was well-versed in the liannguage and made a good impression on the martial artist, dubbing himself a rich vige leader that sought better living conditions and expansion of trade.
Jargon even pointed to Liam and mentioned him as his son.
That irked Liam for some reason, but he let it slide.
The inspector looked convinced. He did a brief inspection and noted down everyone''s faces, names and even Ranks.
Liam himself wasn''t an exception. Although he heavily suppressed his aura and resembled a Rank 1 Magus, it still made the lian shoot him a strange look.
Coupled with Jargon''s story of investing most of the vige resources on his young son, the inspector eventually gave them a pass into the country after giving them a brief rundown on how thends operated.
"Be careful not to venture into unnamed territories. Some Sects are not weing and are violent enough to kill on sight," the inspector said with a firm voice.
"There are areas that no Sector has jurisdiction over, Safe Zones where duels or killings are not allowed. Most civilians live in those regions."
"For your own safety, don''t venture too deeply into the forests or mountains. Not all Spirit Beasts are friendly."
''Spirit Beasts? Is that another term for magical beast?'' Liam wondered.
With that, the group was finally allowed entry.
"Well done," Liam voiced beside Jargon as the Troupe began unpacking their supplies and carrying them past the jetty.
"T-thank you, my liege… I apologize for calling you my son, but it was—"
Liam raised a hand. "It''s fine."
Liam shifted his attention forward.
Thendscape was straight out of a painting.
Further ahead were small hills covered with lush trees, lined with orbs of light that illuminated the packed walkways.
The grass below was a million shades of red, shimmering like metal and varying in length – barley-like stalks and blossoming flowers protruding from its surface.
Tents lined the vein-like walkways, where merchants wearing entric garments greeted the new migrants with happy faces and offered them paintings,rge canvases with calligraphy on them, including wearable trinkets.
There was even a river of azure water that flowed past the hills, the source of which were gushing waterfalls from the blocky mountains.
Liam noticed how the ''Ora'' surrounding them functioned way differentlypared to the norm. It was of a purer density, and came from every nook and cranny.
''This ce is much moreplicated than I thought. Are the magical beasts different, too?'' Liam wondered.
A soft gust of wind fluttered Liam''s hair.
"It''s... beautiful," a Troupe member couldn''t help but voice.
Liam agreed.
But that was that.
A momentter, the group withdrew towards a more secluded side of the country entrance, where Liam had to give orders to the two thousand-some Blood Troupe members.