Terrifying Yunlin

Immortal Domain, Spirit City of Heavenly Rampart Prefecture.

The place was filled with towering buildings—neat seven- or eight-story structures, clean streets, and pedestrians traveling on horseback or rushing along on flying swords. Groups of armored immortal soldiers patrolled the streets, greeting passersby with smiles. Vendors had thrown open their storefronts, welcoming customers with beaming faces; inside, they sold spiritual liquids and spirit herbs.

It was such a harmonious scene. Yet on some streetlamps, writhing bloodworms could be seen crawling into the lanterns and giving off brilliant light. Other bloodworms squirmed across the ground, making the earth rumble before stone benches burst from the soil.

Li Xiang walked down the street, and a trace of daze flashed across his face as he took it all in.

Then he silently sat upon a stone bench, gently stroking it as he watched the pedestrians coming and going, along with these strange yet somewhat familiar public facilities. The doubt rising in his heart could no longer be cast aside.

"Tap... tap..."

A passerby suddenly approached him. Sensing the other's aura, Li Xiang found him to be at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He paused, restrained the qi within his body to the Foundation Establishment Realm, and waved at the robust, rosy-cheeked cultivator carrying a basket of immortal herbs. He had intended to call him "Fellow Daoist," but after some thought, he instead said, "Friend, please wait."

In the past, Qi Refining cultivators elsewhere would feel three parts fear merely upon sensing the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This middle-aged man was only mildly surprised. Then, without the slightest fear, he scratched his head at Li Xiang. "What is it, brother?"

"Oh, it's like this. I only moved here recently, so I'm unfamiliar with the place. There are a few things I'd like