"I see." Lin Xuan nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. Since this was a city of cultivators, no wonder there were so many fluctuations of spiritual power. Lin Xuan asked nothing more and, under Ma Teng's respectful gaze, left Immortal Arrival Pavilion at an unhurried pace.
The street was even broader than he had imagined, wide enough to accommodate eight four-wheeled carriages side by side.
The layout of the entire city was also utterly different from mortal cities. The buildings were not situated on either side of the streets, but scattered everywhere like stars on a chessboard; quite a few even floated in midair.
Their styles were extremely unusual as well. Lin Xuan could be considered broadly experienced and well-informed, but even he could not help revealing a trace of surprise at this moment.
Cloud Province truly deserved its place at the head of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces. Calling it a holy land for cultivation was no exaggeration at all.
The spiritual energy nearby was exceedingly dense. Clearly, the entire city had been built atop a rather fine Spirit Vein.
Keeping a low profile was Lin Xuan's principle, so the instant he walked out of Immortal Arrival Pavilion, he had already used an aura-concealing technique. After all, the Nascent Soul Realm was already a peak existence in the Human World; wherever one went, it was far too conspicuous.
At this moment, Lin Xuan had disguised himself as a mid-stage Core Condensation cultivator. His strength was neither too strong nor too weak—enough that he did not need to worry about being bullied, yet not so high as to draw attention.
Having just arrived in this esteemed place, Lin Xuan naturally was in no hurry. He slowly walked along the street.
At the same time, he turned his head and looked