Seven years later, in Xuan Yan City.
Crowds flowed endlessly through this place, coming from north and south alike. Cries of hawking and selling rose one after another; it was truly bustling beyond measure.
Compared to the immortal cities frequented by ordinary cultivators, it seemed to possess a little more of the flavor of the mundane world.
Yet upon closer inspection, although there were countless people with powerful auras, not a single cultivator could be seen.
The reason was simple. Xuan Yan City lay at the border of the Realm Battlefield, deep in the rear of the cave-heaven region where the Tianhuang Realm was located.
As for the powerful figures within the city, there was no question that they were all martial cultivators.
This was also because the cultivation of martial cultivators differed from that of cultivators.
Intent Cultivation, Momentum Gathering, Soul Condensation, Soul Forging...
They did not look at spiritual roots or aptitude, but at one's natural physique and comprehension.
They placed greater emphasis on tempering one's skill to perfection and gaining insight through experience in the world.
Thus, those of the Martial Dao preferred to travel and exchange blows. Though their strength had long since diverged from that of ordinary mortals, they still maintained a lifestyle similar to that of the mundane world.
Here, one could often see people competing atop fighting platforms, while acts of chivalry and justice were equally common.
Of course, where there was black, there was white; where there was righteousness, there was naturally opposition.
This was what they commonly called the jianghu.
In the northern district of Xuan Yan City, within a narrow alley tucked deep among small streets, there should have been a quiet and serene spot.
Yet early this morning, a long queue had already formed in the alley.
Martial artists