Black Crow Throne

The entire city was silent.

There was none of the chaos, arson, slaughter, and looting that usually followed a breached city. Everything was calm. The cultivators remained quietly where they were, not daring to move.

Jiang Ding wandered, stopping and starting, until he reached the third-rank high-grade spirit vein within Tushan Immortal City.

The former Tushan Demon Palace had long since vanished without a trace.

Its construction had been too cheap, built merely from ordinary stone, and its design had not been grand or magnificent. The Hei Clan had flattened it and built a garden of birdsong and blossoms on the site.

White mist drifted through it, with all manner of rare spirit herbs and trees planted throughout. Immortal cranes, spirit birds, and elk appeared from time to time. Occasionally, spirit flowers bloomed, their exotic fragrance striking the nose.

Mountains and waters, a new vista at every step, a new world at every step.

Walking through it refreshed the mind and heart, bringing an inexplicable comfort. Yet one could not say where it came from, only that the surrounding rocks, ponds, and woods all accorded with heaven and nature, elevated to the realm of art.

After ten thousand years steeped in wealth and splendor, even a casual glimpse of its scales and claws was enough to inspire amazement.

Compared with this garden, Jiang Ding's former Tushan Demon Palace did not deserve the grand word "palace" at all. It ought to have been renamed the Dilapidated Thatched Hut.

Perhaps that would have lent it a little more of a hermit's unworldly air and spared it from ridicule.

Jiang Ding admired it carefully for a while, then withdrew from this shared human appreciation of art.

"A little disgusting."

He sighed.

He did not merely look with his eyes; he also scanned the