It had been seven years since Li Qi arrived at the North Pole Spiritual Way.
Seven years was only a brief span for Li Qi, but for these stowaways, it was an exceedingly long time. Some of them had not even attained longevity.
Li Qi had already asked around. These people had all exploited "loopholes." A large portion had been led in by the demonic path, then used every conceivable method, each displaying their own magical powers as they slipped northward toward the North Pole.
Calling the process one success in ten thousand would still be an understatement. Most people died along the way, and the success rate was very low.
Yet those who succeeded could be said to have defied heaven and changed their fate.
For the Spiritual Way truly paid them no heed, and the other Dao Lineages would not casually intrude upon the Spiritual Way's territory. Thus, these stowaways had managed to put down roots here.
If they persevered for one generation, their descendants would become "natives of the world."
This was something countless people across the heavens and myriad worlds could only envy. They were among the tiny handful of lucky ones, so they cherished this good fortune all the more.
And these were only the outermost stowaways. It was said that within the North Pole Continent, there were already large cities, nations, sects, and similar establishments that had taken root on a considerable scale.
But Li Qi had not gone to look there for the time being. He was currently focused on these ordinary stowaways, wanting to confirm whether the Spiritual Way truly exercised no interference over them.
It was not a matter of whether they believed there was no interference. The lower order of Dream City was something even the demonic path could not