The world did not change quickly. One could even call it very slow, a silent seep of color.
Only when bands of evil cultivators truly began stirring up trouble, and the once-dormant demons began baring their fangs and claws and devouring people.
Only when all of this was almost commonplace would people suddenly realize-this world seemed to have changed far too much.
The instant the curtain rose on an age of turmoil.
Chaos and disorder would take the stage once more.
Especially in places far from the central regions, so remote that not even birds would shit there.
Disorder would breed chaos, and self-interest would run rampant.
In places like these, one could find a band of evil cultivators almost every time one looked, and joining an evil cult was practically as easy as calling out.
Li Xingtian merely draped himself in black and wandered around a hill where not even birds would shit for a short while. He did not even need to sweep it with his divine sense before a young man in similar black robes approached him.
The black-robed youth even spoke in bandit cant, his tone particularly overbearing:
"Brother, what outfit are you with?"
Just from hearing that one sentence and glancing at the black-robed youth, Li Xingtian more or less figured out his background.
Early Qi Refining, with an aura so muddled it was barely discernible, utterly unstable, and carrying a rank, bloody stench.
Calling someone of this caliber a cultivator would truly drag the reputation of cultivators through the mud.
Li Xingtian kept feeling that even a burly man with a hoe would not necessarily lose in a fight against the black-robed youth before him.
He had probably been a bandit whose gang was wiped out by an evil cultivator. That evil cultivator probably