The state of the Immortal Cultivation World here left Chen Lin deeply frustrated.
Demons and ghosts running rampant was bad enough, yet the cultivators themselves were still fighting each other with endless enthusiasm. What were they after? At this rate, the human race would sooner or later go extinct.
Take Silver Immortal City, for example. With its city lord changing frequently and management neglected, the more distant mortal villages and towns outside the city were practically deserted. Most of their inhabitants had been hunted down by demons, while the survivors no longer dared live outside and had all fled into the city.
Those who could not enter built shelters around the city, forming vast shanty towns.
The mass deaths of mortals meant fewer newborns with spiritual roots, which naturally meant fewer cultivators as well. And with the wilderness unsafe, previously reclaimed farmland lay abandoned. Even some spiritual fields had no one tending them, leaving food in the city desperately scarce.
He had no idea what the other immortal cities were like. If they were all like this, he would have to find a way to reach the Southern Immortal Cultivation World as soon as possible.
Chen Lin quietly made up his mind, though there was no need to rush just yet.
These problems mainly affected low-level cultivators. As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he could still sustain himself.
High-level cultivators could last a long time without eating or drinking. Failing that, there were Bigu Pills, and they could also hunt fierce beasts and monster beasts in the wilderness for food. In short, filling his stomach was not something he needed to worry about.
Besides, although the region was chaotic and basic supplies were scarce, cultivation resources were abundant. Everything could be found in the deep mountains and ancient forests, provided one