The True Immortal's Path Lies in Embracing All Rivers

Over the past years, many changes had taken place in Tushan Immortal City.

The streets had become chaotic and disordered. Shops with names that sent chills down one's spine—Spring Breeze Tower, Soul Refining Tower, Skin Peeling Pavilion, Blood Refining Pit, Yin Corpse Cave, and the like—were scattered everywhere.

Corpses, hearts, and blood-dripping bones were casually displayed outside their doors, deliberately kept fresh with spells to draw customers with their thick scent of blood.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense across the surroundings.

Aside from the city center, which remained clean and orderly, many slums had appeared throughout the city streets, inhabited mostly by Qi Refining cultivators.

Haphazard shacks, streets flooded with filth and urine, a stench that choked the heavens—now and then, a rotting corpse could even be found in the foul gutters.

The Qi Refining cultivators here lived lives even harder than the poorest mortals.

"That can't be right, can it? The productivity of cultivators hasn't fallen to such a state."

Jiang Ding was somewhat stunned.

Not to mention Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who could fly through the skies and sever rivers as easily as eating and drinking—even Qi Refining cultivators could wield spells of water, fire, earth, and wood.

For cultivators, building houses, repairing roads, and weaving spell robes should have been easy. They might not have been beautiful or artistic, but being sturdy and durable should not have been a problem.

When there was something he could not understand, he found someone to ask.

After pacing around in search for a while, Jiang Ding arrived before a deep cave entrance. Yin energy rushed out to meet him, accompanied by gusts of fishy wind.

It was a hole dug into the ground. Wind blew from within, and the space inside seemed vast. White short fur still clung to the