Jiang Ding walked silently across the land.
He came to the skies above a city and watched in silence.
This was a human city, seemingly called Martial-Inheritance City—a small human city with a population of two hundred thousand.
In the Fallen Immortal Realm, where spiritual energy was abundant, ordinary people were generally stronger, and productivity was greater, this was exceedingly common. It was merely an ordinary small city, with farmers, merchants, beggars, martial artists, Qi Refinement cultivators, and all manner of living beings streaming endlessly through its streets.
Yet these mortals, martial artists, and Qi Refinement cultivators were not the true mainstay of this small city.
The true master of the city was a seventh-layer Qi Refinement butterfly openly roosting above the City Lord's Manor. It had built a nest in the skies above the manor and cultivated quietly within, constantly drawing upon the emotional power of every living being in the city to cultivate and temper the foundations of its Dream Dao.
The nest was conspicuous beyond measure.
It had been built from the branches and leaves of countless decayed spiritual trees. Many of those branches and leaves had even been second-rank forest wood, deliberately rotted through secret arts to produce spiritual materials beloved by the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan, aiding their growth.
A mere Qi Refinement butterfly actually had vast quantities of second-rank spiritwood at its disposal, as well as an entire human city for cultivation. It truly deserved to be called an overlord race of the Great Thousand World cluster.
Jiang Ding looked again at the hundreds of thousands of humans in the city and waited silently until night fell.
Something was deeply strange. The instant seven o'clock arrived, the entire city fell asleep. Many people habitually returned to their beds; those who had not made