Xia Yu stood in the room and looked at the city below. It was the first time he had seen such a strange city. The people here came and went. You rarely saw them stop to chat, especially in the daytime. Everyone's footsteps were very fast, and some people simply stepped on flying swords and hurried past.
Xia Yu could not even see any expression on these people's faces, but it was not numbness, because in their eyes, there was a flash of eagerness, as if something was urging them to hurry.
This was the strangest lower realm that Xia Yu knew. If it was not filled with a repulsive force, Xia Yu would have thought that this was not the lower realm at all, but the same realm as the sword spirit world.
At the thought of this, Xia Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He just came here to cultivate. In any case, now things were perfect. He could cultivate here, which was very good.
