The city was silent.
There was none of the chaos usually following the fall of a city—no looting, pillaging, or killing. Everything was calm; every cultivator stayed quietly in their place, daring not to move.
Jiang Ding walked and paused, arriving at the Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein within Tushan Immortal City.
The old Demon Palace of Tushan was nowhere to be seen.
Its construction was too cheap, built only with ordinary rocks, and its design was neither majestic nor splendid. It had been razed by the Hei Clan, who constructed a picturesque garden on the site.
Inside, a misty white fog pervaded as various rare elixirs and spirit trees flourished everywhere; cranes and spirit birds, as well as deer, appeared frequently. Occasionally, a spirit flower would bloom, sending a strange fragrance into the air.
Mountains and waters set the scene; every step revealed a different landscape, each one a different heaven and earth.
