Immortal Heaven, Mortal World

At the city gate, Li Qi looked at the enormous plaque above it.

It was named "Bailu."

Bailu City. Quite an interesting name.

Because the name itself was an exceedingly auspicious expression, and it even used the language of the world. Clearly, this First Rank World had been influenced by the world.

It was precisely because of that influence that, after developing, this world had chosen extreme xenophobia. After all, the world was no soft touch—especially the Way of Evolution and the Daoist sects that this world had encountered.

Neither of those were good people in the usual sense.

Still, although they used the world's writing, their pronunciation and language were different. Li Qi walked through the sea of people at the city gate, observing the nearby characters and listening to how others pronounced them.

As a fifth rank, merely by looking around and making one circuit, he had already learned this world's language. He was more or less eighty to ninety percent there.

After all, when the writing was the same, pronunciation was hardly an issue. It was like learning a dialect.

Having learned the language, Li Qi began paying attention to the people.

Outside the city, security was just as tight. Li Qi could see soldiers everywhere, as well as countless cultivators whose clothes and appearance were no different from those in the world.

Some of those cultivators were unranked, while others were ninth rank, but all of them had solid foundations. One could tell they were not wild-path cultivators.

Or rather, even if they were wild-path cultivators, their cultivation methods were complete rather than scraps cobbled together by themselves.

Some were walking, while others led spirit beasts. These beasts also seemed to be animals cultivating according to the Way of Evolution, but their intelligence had yet to