Half a month later, Lin Xuan arrived on a boundless grassland. By then, he was dressed as an ascetic monk, and with the Qi Concealment Technique, he had suppressed his cultivation to around the early Core Condensation stage.
He had also applied a layer of medicine to his skin, making it look dark and swarthy. Since it was not an illusion, there was no need to worry about exposing any flaws.
The grassland before him stretched for tens of millions of li. In terms of area, it was almost the size of an entire commandery, and the water and grass were abundant. Yet very few people lived there.
Cloud Province was a sacred land of cultivation, but aside from the human race, the strength of the demonic beasts was also terrifying. Over thousands of years, the two sides had erupted into several great wars, and their everyday conflicts had never once ceased.
Overall, however, each side had its victories and defeats. The power of the humans and the Demon Race was more or less equal, so it was extremely difficult for either side to seize complete initiative.
The whole of Cloud Province had also been divided up between the two sides.
The grassland before him was the buffer zone between their territories, so although the land was fertile, no one dared to live here.
Now, however, with the Sky Cloud Trade Fair that came once every three hundred years drawing near, both the human race and the demonic beasts were flooding in. The entire grassland had become a muddled mix of dragons and snakes, with fights breaking out almost every day. A Core Condensation ascetic monk drew no attention at all. Ever since Lin Xuan had adopted this guise, his whereabouts had never been exposed, which let him heave a