The Lantern Festival Draws Near

How could she not know? If City of Phantoms had a master, someone capable of controlling such a terrifying city—turning over a hundred thousand Celestial Immortals into its citizens and using the myriad forms of living beings to create an entire city—then it was unquestionably the handiwork of a Golden Immortal.

No matter how she struggled, all she could seek was that single thread of survival.

Lu Ren said, "You look to be in terrible shape. I'm afraid City of Phantoms will assimilate you soon."

At present, without exception, those at the Mid Celestial Immortal realm had either been assimilated by City of Phantoms or given up entirely and been shackled, then escorted from the city by bailiffs to be exiled as frontier soldiers.

Now that it was daytime, aside from Fang Ling, who remained in her room, suppressed and diminished by the rules of City of Phantoms as she used every means at her disposal to resist its corruption, the remaining two or three Celestial Immortals were nowhere to be found.

Lu Ren did not particularly care. He had only come today on a whim, wanting to see just how those people who had besieged him were faring now.

After all, sometimes one's inner delight was built upon the happiness of others—especially when it came to the Celestial Immortals who had once attacked him. That put him in an especially good mood.

Fang Ling slightly raised her head. Looking at Lu Ren, who was bouncing about as though nothing had happened, she asked in surprise, "How do you still have so much strength?"

Lu Ren replied casually, "Maybe it's because my physique is stronger than yours, my resistance is higher, and my spirit is more condensed. So far, I'm still in fairly good condition."

Honestly, even without the system's