In a world like the Demon Realm, which was locked in chaos and warfare year-round, an Identity Token was especially important.
All the major cities, martial artist towns, and martial artist villages relied on these Identity Tokens to attract powerful experts from all over. Moreover, whenever a martial artist caused trouble outside, they could trace the matter back to its source through the Identity Token.
The Demon Realm's Identity Tokens were far more sophisticated than those of the Barren Ancient Continent. Issued by the various provinces, they were infused with the holder's heart-soul and linked to the martial artist's life. Once the martial artist died, the token would immediately destroy itself, making forgery nearly impossible.
"Senior, you don't have a token?"
Zhou Xi asked in confusion.
"I don't."
Lin Bai shook his head.
"Then we can only try applying to settle in Zhan Mountain City. But at a time like this, I doubt Zhan Mountain City would take in people of unknown origin." Zhou Xi muttered to himself, "Whatever. We've already come this far. How can we not give it a try?"
The Demon Realm had many people who had made enemies in other cities and were consequently driven into desperate straits, wandering through the wilderness. From time to time, these people would choose to join other cities. However, wanting to join Zhan Mountain City required an extremely troublesome application. Now that Xuanzhou and Lianzhou were on the verge of war, Zhou Xi had no idea whether they would be allowed to join Zhan Mountain City.
"Move! Move! Hurry, move!"
Just as Zhou Xi was carrying Lin Bai toward the interior of South Peak Pass, a group of armored soldiers suddenly charged out at top speed from the other end of the passage.
There were roughly several thousand armored soldiers