Chapter 1513: Chapter 213: The Eternal City

Before Shasha began to dive, the emerald gemstone on Aiwass’s chest shone with the radiant glow of the Path.

Without words or rituals, merely accompanied by an imperceptible wave of the Path of Adaptation’s power, the figures of Aiwass and Leviathan were concealed. Even the piercing sound that grew sharper as they glided, like a bomber diving, vanished without a trace just before reaching its climax.

The free people on the ground were either kneeling before various idols or focusing on their prayers.

No one looked up to gaze at the sky—nor did anyone dare to do so.

To look up to the sky was equivalent to placing the statues of the “generous Adil,” found throughout the city, beneath one’s sight. In Parthia, seeing someone “under the eyes” signifies looking down on or despising them. If someone with intent reports this, or if soldiers notice, they would immediately increase their attention on this person.

Because of this, people of Heaven City generally humble their gaze to the earth when walking. They wear robes with hoods, their bodies stooped as they move slowly through the spacious and pristine streets.

Aiwass and Shasha landed silently behind an unoccupied building.

The scales on Leviathan’s body fractured and detached, floating in the air.

The nearly three-meter-tall body melted into a mass of viscous blood core. Then the blood core suddenly expanded, becoming a cute little girl.

The color of her hair and pupils would remind people of the deep, bottomless sea.

The floating scales touched and fused together, transforming into a dark blue dress. Once worn by Leviathan, it gradually evolves from a vague mosaic model, gaining texture and detail, eventually resembling a real dress.

Aiwass realized that this was the dress Isabel was wearing at the moment. However, Isabel always preferred white and green, her dresses often a patchwork of whites, yellows, and various greens… while Shasha had recolored it using blues, dark blues, and purples.

“Dad…”

She reached out with her soft, fair hand towards Aiwass, gazing at Aiwass with eager eyes. Those crystal-clear eyes reminded Aiwass of a puppy carrying a toy, asking its master to play.

Shasha was likely only as tall as Aiwass’s waist, even smaller than number 14 during the advancement ritual. This gave Aiwass a fleeting illusion of “perhaps this really is my daughter.”

Aiwass couldn’t help reaching out to touch Shasha’s hair, but immediately sensed something amiss upon contact—it was not the texture of human hair, but clearly harder, finer, and smoother. To describe it, it felt like optical fiber… or perhaps some kind of wig.

He reached out to pinch Shasha’s hand, feeling an unusually high temperature.

It was even hotter than the body temperature during a high fever, like a hot spring pool releasing white steam. If an ordinary person came into contact with Leviathan, they might even get burned.

Aiwass knew that Leviathan’s flesh was naturally this warm—during battles, flying, or training, her body temperature gradually rose to an absurd degree, roughly maintaining around sixty degrees, and in intense battles, the temperature would rise further.

To enhance heat dissipation, in her Phantom Demon form, she had numerous heat dissipation holes on her body, resembling a fighter jet. She could, during flight, draw in air with violent efficiency through these vents and expel it as high-temperature white smoke that distorted the air.

Apparently, the residual heat from flying hadn’t completely dissipated yet.

But for Aiwass, this level of heat only felt warm.

“Shh.”

Aiwass raised another hand to his lips and gently said, “Try to speak less, Shasha.”

Shasha hurriedly nodded, but her eyes still sparkled with expectation as she looked at Aiwass.

She lowered her voice and quietly asked, “What are we going to do, Dad?”

For her, it was her first time “adventuring” with Aiwass to an unfamiliar place.

Not to mention, she clearly understood that the owner here was Aiwass’s enemy, and if discovered, they would immediately engage in battle… She couldn’t help but feel her hands itch, eagerly anticipating the plot event of their cover being blown.

“We’ll take a brief tour, and then we’ll go find Adil.”

Aiwass was also curious about Heaven City; otherwise, they would have landed directly near the Benevolent Lords’ palace.

This was the first genuine Parthian city he had seen—Rock Cellar City didn’t count, because when people recovered from petrification, their living conditions were already disrupted. Later, Aiwass became a Benevolent Lord and established new rules in Dawn City, which held little to see.

Moreover, Heaven City was undoubtedly more advanced compared to other Parthian city-states.

Why it formed such unique rules, and what the “generous Adil” was thinking, all intrigued Aiwass. His subordinates, even after transforming into Demons, still praised Heaven City incessantly. This devotion was undoubtedly genuine.

As Aiwass led Shasha out, he felt a sense of clarity and openness.

Though he had witnessed the city’s splendor from above, only by being within it could he feel a sacred and prosperous sensation, distinct from Avalon and Star Antimony—

This desert city-state, home to just over three hundred free people, didn’t feel sparse; many walked the streets, yet it wasn’t crowded.

A group of young students gathered around a teacher sitting cross-legged by the fountain, listening attentively by the roadside; an old man playing the harp performed ancient ballads with his eyes closed at another spot in the fountain square.

Women in colorful dresses walked barefoot on the slabs, with golden anklets or silver bracelets on their ankles. They carried clay jars or had pouches slung at their waists, clearly heading to fetch food and water.

It was only seven in the morning, the dawn hour.

A refreshing mist permeated the city, this precious, moist, and cool air bringing intense happiness in the desert.

This city did not have the barbaric and rustic feel of a fringe like Rock Cellar City. The entire city was almost entirely paved with white Alchemy Slates, with seamless flooring exuding a sense of order. For a moment, Aiwass thought he had returned to Avalon’s White Queen District.

Here, the architecture was even more beautiful and grand than in the White Queen District—architects carved the exterior walls of all buildings. The designs primarily featured palm leaves and laurel leaves.

On these reliefs, there was also a special kind of colored brick as decoration… They looked somewhat like colored glass or stone. It was an opaque, seemingly less expensive gemstone Aiwass didn’t recognize but could feel strong beauty emanating from.

Different from Rock Cellar City’s architectural style composed of pillars and domes, the architectural core of Heaven City was “spires.” High platforms of varying heights extended from the sides or tops of many buildings.

They were burning flames, emitting smoke… Altar after altar of flame, resembling enormous candlesticks. In a Parthian ancient country that worshiped water, this was a rare sight.

Statues of the “generous Adil” were ubiquitous throughout the city; each street had several, their poses distinct.

The nearest one was beside Aiwass—a seated sculpture elevated about two meters from the ground, over three meters tall.

Adil appeared as a kindly, bearded middle-aged man in his forties. He wore a robe, had handsome features, deep-set eyes, resembling an ancient Greek scholar.

He maintained a “thinker” pose, and not far away, a few individuals reverently knelt, piously singing praises of “the generous Adil, the merciful Adil.”

Though the entire city was engulfed in war, an atmosphere of serene peace and happiness pervaded within.

The people here were evidently content with their tranquil and eternal lives, no longer yearning for more.