Choosing a House

As for Lu Ren, after wandering around Hanging Mountain, he did not choose any of the vacant houses. The owners of these houses had basically followed that exceedingly slim chance and traveled along this ancient road toward its deepest reaches.

He himself had only covered about 0.5 percent of the road so far. This place could only be considered a safe zone, which was why it seemed relatively monotonous and peaceful. But once one continued onward, there was a nine-in-ten chance of never returning.

Thus, although four or five thousand Celestial Immortals lived on Hanging Mountain, nearly five thousand houses stood strangely vacant. The usable area of Hanging Mountain had basically all been utilized. Though plenty of space remained, it consisted of dangerous terrain or poorly situated locations.

After making a circuit, Lu Ren arrived before a house that looked extremely ancient. It was located midway up Hanging Mountain, not far from Mid-Mountain Plaza. Its view was wide open, allowing one to see the ancient road at a glance, as well as the people occasionally moving through the Cloud Sea below.

He glanced at the vacant sign on the door and was about to push it open when he suddenly heard a voice from beside him.

"Fellow Daoist, this house has fallen into disrepair over the years. It might even collapse on its own in a few years. If you do not have any materials, I would advise you to find a relatively new one instead. I remember that down that path, someone recently had little lifespan remaining—only a thousand years left—so he set foot on the Path to Ascension. Having made a last-ditch gamble, he completely vacated his house."

Lu Ren turned toward the voice and saw a gray-haired old man leaning against the door opposite him. What stood