Calling it majestic was, in fact, only relative.
For a gathering place of low-level cultivators, how spectacular could a city really be?
Especially for someone as vastly experienced and well-traveled as Lin Xuan, a city of this scale was hardly worth even a smile.
Of course, if measured by the standards of mortals, the city before him was unbelievably enormous.
It was over a hundred zhang tall, built entirely from extraordinarily thick and heavy Blue Steel Rock, incomparably hard.
Set against the glow of the setting sun, it was like a primordial beast, lying quietly prostrate upon the boundless wasteland.
From time to time, streaks of light crossed the sky like meteors. Though the hour was already somewhat late, there was still no lack of immortal cultivators entering and leaving the city, making it seem rather busy.
Their cultivation, however, was not much to speak of. Lin Xuan merely used a bit of concealment, and not a single person could discover that he was watching from the side.
After observing for a short while, Lin Xuan's body lit with spiritual radiance. He found an uninhabited place and descended. Then he clenched both hands, and a crackling series of explosive sounds reached his ears. He transformed into a thin-faced, withered old man, and his cultivation also dropped greatly to around the Nascent Soul level.
Naturally, there was some consideration behind doing this.
Most of those coming and going from Qingmu City were low-level immortal cultivators. If he infiltrated with a Spirit Division cultivation base, it would inevitably be far too shocking. Lin Xuan had come here to gather information, not to draw a crowd's attention, so hiding his cultivation and identity was certainly necessary.
Afterward, Lin Xuan wasted no time and swaggered openly into the city.
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