Boundless Village

The bitter sea is boundless; turn back, and there is the shore.

Chen Fan turned around. The instant he stepped off the small wooden boat, he saw an incomparably vast stretch of land.

It was a small fishing village shrouded in mist. Vague figures moved through it, and he could even hear children crying and squabbling, dogs barking in the village, and peddlers calling out their wares. It was bustling beyond measure.

Chen Fan rose into the air and swept toward the little fishing village.

But the instant he passed through the mist, Chen Fan was immediately stunned.

The people in this fishing village were all mortals. There was not a single cultivator—not even one in the Qi Refinement or Foundation Establishment Realm—despite the spiritual energy here being so dense.

"Isn't this place a relic created by the Heavenly Dao? How can this be?" Chen Fan was puzzled. He had no idea what sort of place Yang Tianji had brought him to.

In the Great Immortal Cultivation World, although cultivators could be found everywhere, mortals still vastly outnumbered them overall.

Yet within this relic, the Heavenly Dao had originally used the Dao resonance of generations of heavenly prodigies to create cultivators with bodies formed from Supreme Restrictions, granting them independent consciousness. Chen Fan had thought there would be no mortals here, so seeing such a fishing village naturally left him astonished.

Moreover, the spiritual energy in this place was dense to the extreme. Even without knowing how to cultivate, some exceptionally gifted people should at least have reached the Qi Refinement Realm. How could they be so ordinary?

He did not descend from the heavens. Instead, he concealed his tracks, landed in an uninhabited spot, and strode toward the fishing village.

The liveliness of this little fishing village was something