Ten Thousand Mile City was less a city than a province within a province.
It was so vast that it already occupied a quarter of Wutong Province.
Ten Thousand Mile City had private schools, wine shops, and ordinary people. Aside from its exaggeratedly vast area, it was no different from an ordinary town.
But in Ten Thousand Mile City, the person you accidentally bumped into on the street might very well be a great sword immortal from the Upper Five Realms.
The person squatting by a tavern entrance, drinking wine and eating meat, might just as easily be a Qi Refiner from the Upper Five Realms.
Even the person smashing a boulder against his chest on the street might be a Martial Warrior of the seventh or eighth realm.
If a monk approached you to ask for alms, that monk was very likely some High Monk who had come to Ten Thousand Mile City to gain experience.
In short.
In Ten Thousand Mile City, the least valuable things were Martial Warriors and cultivators.
The most valuable thing was one's life.
The moment everyone entered Ten Thousand Mile City, they all knew the admonitions their elders had given them before they set out.
At that moment, no matter what identity they had, it no longer mattered.
Whoever could leave Ten Thousand Mile City alive would be the true winner.
After stopping at the ferry crossing, Jiang Lin's group disembarked. Leng Bingqing stood dazedly before Jiang Lin, head lowered, fingers clutching her skirt hem, her eyes filled with reluctance.
The other cultivators who disembarked saw this. Aside from envy, jealousy, and resentment, they dared not say anything. They could only leave the ferry crossing sadly and head for their sects' meeting points.
Still, they had heard that Ten Thousand Mile City had