The most dangerous part of entering the city was the stretch through the gate tunnel. If there was anything wrong with Li Yan's identity token, that tunnel would become a prison between heaven and earth.
Even if other cultivators were inside, they would be precisely divided into separate cells, each one sealing in a single person.
Even if Li Yan could break the restrictions and escape, the city's experts would converge on this place in an instant, leaving him unable to escape even with wings.
Thus, after the guards at the gate watched Li Yan enter without incident, they turned away and stopped paying attention to him.
Li Yan walked along the street, his gaze rapidly sweeping his surroundings. Following the memories of the Spirit Transformation cultivator, he searched for the route to that sect.
Within Yellow Springs City, he could also see ghost creatures from the yin-qi forest. Li Yan immediately kept a respectful distance from them, afraid that one might come over and question him. He might not be able to answer.
Nearly half an hour later, Li Yan arrived before a grand residence.
Yet the vermilion gates of the residence were tightly shut. Only gusts of yin wind swept past the entrance from time to time, rolling up fallen leaves from the ground and tugging them away into the distance.
This was one district of the city, and Li Yan had already seen several similar residences.
However, compared to when he had first entered the city, far fewer cultivators and ghost creatures appeared before residences like these, and most merely passed by swiftly.
If someone like Li Yan, who had walked over, stopped to look around, they would stand out like a sore thumb and easily draw attention.
Li Yan had already realized that aside from the