The Immortal Realm.
Chongluan Domain, Chongshan City.
The next morning, the sun shone brightly.
The first rays of light fell on the streets of the market district. The shops rolled up their shutters and began hawking their wares.
"Breakfast! Delicious and affordable thousand-layer pancakes!" an old man shouted.
A beautiful female vendor called out with a bright smile:
"Soup dumplings as thin, tender, and smooth as a young maiden's skin! The wrappers are so thin and translucent, you can see the soup inside!"
At first glance, it looked no different from the mortal world.
Ning Zheng walked down the street and looked at the soup dumplings. They seemed to contain a pool of clear spring water, creating a breathtakingly beautiful impression. Before he knew it, he had sat down at the stall. "Boss, give me one basket of soup dumplings."
"Coming right up." The beautiful vendor approached with a radiant smile.
As Ning Zheng ate the dumplings, he felt their wrappers were thin and their filling generous, while the soup was deliciously fresh. It was the first time in his life he had eaten such exquisite food.
"As expected of the Immortal Realm."
"The food culture is so advanced. Compared with the immortals' cuisine, everything we ate before was pig feed."
Ning Zheng sat at the roadside stall and surveyed the market district, soaking in its thick atmosphere of everyday life. At once, he gained a tangible sense of this Immortal Realm.
The Immortal Realm was not some lofty, remote place. It, too, existed amid the mortal world, just as the blacksmiths had said:
It was like the streets of the North, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. The locals still ate, drank, relieved themselves, and did all the ordinary things people did. They had even built clusters of high-rise buildings in the