The Path to a True Immortal Lies in Embracing All Rivers

Over the past years, many changes had taken place in Tushan Immortal City.

The streets had become disorderly and chaotic. Shops with names that made one shudder at the very sound of them—Spring Breeze Pavilion, Soul Refining Tower, Skinning Hall, Blood Refining Pit, Yin Corpse Cave, and others—were scattered everywhere.

Corpses, hearts, and blood-dripping bones were casually displayed at their entrances, deliberately preserved with Freshness spells to attract customers with their thick stench of blood.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense across the surroundings.

Apart from the city center, which remained clean and orderly, many slums had appeared throughout the city streets, mostly inhabited by Qi Refining cultivators.

Haphazardly erected shacks, streets overflowing with filth and urine, a stench that reached the heavens—now and then, one could even find a rotting corpse in the filthy drains.

The Qi Refining cultivators here lived lives even harsher than the poorest mortals.

"That can't be right, can it? The productive capacity of immortals hasn't fallen this low."

Jiang Ding was somewhat stunned.

Not to mention Foundation Establishment cultivators, who could fly through the skies and burrow through the earth, dam rivers as easily as turning a hand—even Qi Refining cultivators could cast spells of water, fire, earth, and wood.

It should have been easy for cultivators to build houses, repair roads, and weave Dharma robes. They might not have been beautiful or artistic, but sturdiness and practicality should not have been a problem.

When there was something he could not understand, he found someone to ask.

After pacing around for a while, Jiang Ding arrived at a deep, shadowy cave mouth. Yin energy rushed out from within, carrying waves of fishy wind.

This was an opening dug into the ground. Wind blew from within, and the space inside seemed vast. White short fur