This place was called Fog City.
Rather than a ghost city,
it was more like a rather empty, backward village.
Something like an outlying suburb of Magic City.
There were no gates or guards. Anyone could come and go as they pleased.
To avoid standing out too much, Xiao Yu also withdrew his Merit Power, held his breath, and focused his mind.
On the surface, he looked like a ghost that had formed a physical body.
In Fog City,
a few drifting, translucent ghosts could occasionally be seen, much like Xu Tongxin.
But there were also fully corporeal ones.
These ghosts had over a hundred years of cultivation.
Under the influence of the Netherworld's dense spiritual energy, hundred-year ghosts looked just like living people with physical bodies.
So Xiao Yu did not particularly stand out among them.
Here, there were no people with their heads buried in their phones.
Nor were there office workers rushing about.
There was no need to work yourself to death for a mortgage here, no need to work nine to nine, six days a week, or around the clock, seven days a week.
Everyone's expressions looked quite leisurely and relaxed.
From time to time, men and women walked down the streets in pairs, hand in hand.
Although everyone here dressed like modern people, the atmosphere felt more like ancient times.
However,
if he had to say, it was a little too deserted and far too cold and gloomy.
There were too few people walking the streets.
After getting used to the bustle and noise of a big city,
this ghost city felt more like a village in the middle of nowhere.
There were no assorted supermarkets or shops, nor any towering buildings.
All the buildings were square stone houses without any sense of design or