Jiang Ding walked silently across the earth.
He came above a city and watched quietly.
This was a human city, apparently called Chengwu City, a small human city with a population of two hundred thousand.
In the Immortal Falling Realm, where spiritual energy was abundant, ordinary people were generally stronger, and productivity was greater, this was exceedingly common—a perfectly ordinary small city. Farmers, merchants, beggars, martial artists, Qi Refining cultivators, and all manner of living beings flowed through its streets in an endless stream.
Yet these ordinary people, martial artists, and Qi Refining cultivators were not the main inhabitants of this small city.
The true master of the city was a Qi Refining Level Seven butterfly openly roosting above the City Lord's Manor. It had built a nest in the sky above the manor, where it cultivated in quiet seclusion, constantly drawing upon the emotional power of all living beings in the city to temper the foundation of its Dream Dao.
The nest was conspicuous beyond measure.
It was built from the branches and leaves of many decayed spirit trees. Many of those branches and leaves were even Second-grade Spirit Wood, deliberately decayed with secret techniques to produce spiritual materials favored by the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan, materials that aided their growth.
A mere Qi Refining butterfly possessed abundant Second-grade Spirit Wood and an entire human city for cultivation. As expected of a hegemonic race of the Great Thousand World community.
Jiang Ding looked again at the several hundred thousand humans in the city and waited silently until night descended.
It was extremely strange. The moment seven o'clock arrived at night, the entire city instantly fell asleep. Many people habitually returned to their beds; those who had not reached them simply collapsed limply where they stood and entered dreamland,