Inviting the Entire Central Lands Cultivation World

As the saying went, a mountain need not be high; an Immortal made it famous. Water need not be deep; a dragon made it sacred.

Y City had no dragons, nor even mountains. It stood on a plain, yet Jiang Yun, a man of extraordinary powers, had stopped there.

Over the past few days, strangers had arrived one after another, men and women, old and young. Each carried an uncommon bearing and an air untouched by the mortal world.

"Sir, may I ask how to find that place? What have you heard about it?"

A middle-aged man in modern clothes that sat awkwardly on him stopped a young man to ask.

"Daoist master! Immortal! Please take me as your disciple. I know a great deal about that place, and I can tell you everything I've found out!"

The young man's eyes lit up. He had met far too many people like this lately and had already missed several chances at an immortal opportunity. Remembering what he had seen a few days earlier, he dropped to his knees. This Daoist was not getting information for free.

"Immeasurable Heaven. Why go so far, young friend? I'm just an ordinary man. Never mind, never mind. I'll ask someone else!"

The middle-aged man vanished on the spot. Disappointment flashed through the young man's eyes, but he was used to it after so many rejections. He kept roaming the streets, waiting for the next person to ask for directions. Even a blind cat would stumble upon a dead mouse someday.

Another old man had heard that he wanted to become a disciple, warned him firmly to believe in science, then flown off on a sword!

These were the cultivators written about in novels!

The appearance of these reclusive cultivators shattered the small city's peace. The