The City of Slaughter lay in an ungoverned gray zone at the border between the Two Great Empires, hidden within an enormous basin and ruled by a mysterious King of Slaughter. There were no laws there, no morality—only the primal law of the strong devouring the weak and eternal slaughter. It was the final destination for all the continent's fallen, fugitives, and seekers of power, as well as a death zone that struck terror into all who heard of it.
To reach the City of Slaughter, one first had to pass through an outpost known as Death Town. It was a chaotic den of all sorts, filled with an air of violence and despair.
Ling Yun altered his appearance and concealed his aura. Posing as an ordinary Soul Emperor, he stepped into the town. The streets were filthy and muddy, lined with decrepit taverns and inns. The air reeked of blood and cheap alcohol. All kinds of people passed through, most with vicious eyes and heavy murderous auras.
His arrival drew little attention. Every day, people unafraid of death came here in hopes of entering the City of Slaughter, but very few ever emerged alive.
Ling Yun found a relatively "clean" tavern and took a seat. He ordered a cup of cloudy ale, then quietly spread his Spiritual Sense to gather information.
"Hey, newcomer? You planning to go to the City of Slaughter?" A burly man with a face full of scars and the aura of a Soul Sage approached, sizing Ling Yun up with ill intent. "You look so delicate. Going in there would just be throwing your life away. Why not hand over your money and Soul Tools? I might consider taking you along, heh heh."
Ling Yun did not even raise his eyelids. "Get lost," he said