novelden Chapter 2595 Border Immortal City
Chapter 2595 Border Immortal City
Several years later.
Their understanding of the Immortal Realm was undergoing a dramatic change, because it was an Immortal Realm where news from all the vast Immortal Realms and even the outer Immortal Realms exploded, with enough news every day to keep an immortal up from morning till night.
At first, Meng Sheng and Ni Canghuan were not used to the extraordinary and terrifying nature of the Immortal Realm where news was transmitted.
Because they were like frogs in a well in the past, even if they obtained any important news in the lower realm, it might be something from a hundred years ago. Everyone's pace of cultivation was exceptionally slow, and they spent most of their time comprehending the world.
Ni Canghuan scoffed at this, saying that it was ridiculous for cultivators to be so gossipy. These news had nothing to do with them; they were just watching the show and having something to talk about.
But Meng Sheng meticulously analyzed the countless messages in the daily "Star Pivot".
Sometimes, they were merchants in a celestial city, earning their first pot of celestial spirit stones.
Sometimes, they are independent cultivators who take on large escort jobs and accurately find rare and precious materials that they urgently need.
But more often than not, they are explorers of hidden realms.
Meng Sheng could even name all the powerful forces in their region, who they couldn't afford to offend, where there were amazing opportunities, and how to avoid natural disasters in advance. He was practically living like a native of the immortal realm.
In a certain year.
Ni Canghuan was greatly alarmed.
"Meng Sheng, how do you know everything?"
"I learned this from the Star Pivot."
"There's a lot of fake news, and it's very confusing."
"Yes, we should observe and think more. We can distinguish between truth and falsehood from multiple sources and find the most favorable timing and location for us. Cang Huan, this journey is long. We are heading to the Tianjiang region, where countless lineages exist. Be careful in everything you do."
"hiss..."
Ni Canghuan's brow twitched slightly, and he nodded gently, a hint of anticipation in his eyes for the Immortal Realm. He had heard that it was an extraordinary place, teeming with powerful figures, and even having the legendary Dao Venerable overseeing it.
This is the end.
They truly integrated into the Primordial Immortal Realm, embarking on their immortal journey.
……
The Eternal Immortal Realm.
Snowing.
The lights of countless races shone brightly, rendering the ancient and boundless sky like a dream.
Everything seemed peaceful under heaven.
But it also looks incredibly vibrant.
The young cultivators and prodigies of the past and present are not as hopeless, idle and mediocre as the cultivators of the lower realms imagined. On the contrary, they are enthusiastic and full of energy, and they yearn for the path of immortality. They steadily accumulate their foundation bit by bit.
But the world is vast, and those who share the same path should walk together.
Everyone has their own choice.
Perhaps in the future, another generation will do the same and choose to descend to the mortal realm, but the Eternal Immortal Realm will still make the same choice and let them leave.
The wind and snow intensified.
The world was as clean as if it had been washed, and the lights of all races spread out between the mountains and the sea. The Milky Way appeared gentle and vast under the snow curtain. Looking into the distance, it seemed as if billions of hearts were gently pulsating in the depths of the sky, both as still as water and yet hiding turbulent waves.
The snow falls silently, yet it seems to bear witness to this era.
At this moment, a vast immortal city stands on the edge of the chaotic sea of the ancient immortal realm.
The city walls stand like mountains, snow hangs from the eaves, and the long street stretches out like a silver-white scroll.
Layer upon layer of pavilions and flying bridges span the sky. The radiance of the array flows faintly in the wind and snow, like fireflies floating and sinking. Cultivators come and go in the city. Some walk through the snow, while others descend slowly by riding their qi. Their fluttering clothes bring up patches of snow light, as if the Milky Way has fallen to earth.
Snow falls on the bluestone, on the city tower, and also in the hearts of all living beings.
This city is actually the central hub for cultivators from all the realms of the ancient immortal world, and countless cultivators ascend to this place.
They come from various cultivation worlds and different hometowns, and they have gathered here. They seem ordinary yet unique in the entire Eternal World.
The lights of countless homes swayed through the snow curtain, warmth and cold intertwined, making this immortal city seem peaceful, yet a silent surge flowed everywhere—the aura of those who ascended from all the heavens and myriad realms, the nascent brilliance of all paths, and an unyielding desire for the future immortal path.
A corner of the long street.
A quaint, traditional department store stands quietly in the snow.
The wooden door was half-closed, and several strings of inferior spirit stones hung under the eaves. Occasionally, a cold wind would sweep by, and the spirit stones would make a clear and distant sound.
The shop displays talismans, spirit ink, old array plates, low-level magic tools, and polished spirit stones. There are no world-shaking treasures, but there is a sense of peace and tranquility.
Snow fell on the stone steps in front of the shop, gradually piling up a thin layer of white.
All the grandeur of the world seems to be tempered here, transformed into the warmth of everyday life.
But to be honest, even a dog wouldn't give this kind of shop a second glance in the real ancient immortal realm. Even a featherless bird would be stunned for three breaths and then shake its head and fly away. It's not that it had a change of heart, but that it had never seen such a poor shop before.
However, placing this shop in the central immortal city of the newly ascended immortals of the Eternal Immortal Realm is just right, neither dazzling nor inconspicuous.
A man in white stood under the eaves outside the shop.
He didn't hold an umbrella; he simply stood with his hands behind his back.
His white robes blended almost seamlessly with the snow-covered landscape. His hair hung down slightly, his features were clear and distant, and his aura was so faint that he seemed like an ordinary mortal. If a cultivator were to pass by, he would only perceive his refined and elegant demeanor, like a scholar who had happened to stop by.
Snowflakes landed on his shoulder and then slowly melted away.
He looked up and gazed at the entire immortal city.
His gaze was as calm as an ancient lake, yet it held a vast galaxy hidden within.
The lights, the snow, the city walls, and the figures of the ascended geniuses were all reflected in his eyes, as if he were both here and above all paths, both a mortal and someone who once held the reins of the great Dao.
The wind and snow brushed against my face.
He gently exhaled a breath of white air.
The world is vast, and all paths surge forth.
At this moment, he simply stood under the snow, watching the city lights, the spirit of a generation of ascendants, and the silent passage of time.
The snow is still falling.
The world remains as vibrant as ever.
"Moo~~"
Inside the store, a large black bull slowly walked out and nuzzled the man.
"Old Niu, it's good to be young."
The man smiled brightly, "I heard my disciples jokingly say that this is the 'Land of Rising Dragons,' and after coming here, I can see that it is indeed true. After staying in the mountains for so long, it's rare to see such a sight."
He slowly looked around.
The long street was unusually lively, with most cultivators discussing the ancient landscape, boundless phenomena, and ancient legends. Their eyes were practically overflowing with anticipation and excitement, while the passing cultivators remained oblivious to...
Everything they said.
All of this is the past of this seemingly ordinary man outside the shop, the true creator of the Eternal Immortal Realm.
"Moo~" The big black ox's eyes were bright and full of energy. It even licked a snowflake, which was a kind of spiritual essence and tasted good.
Chen Xun sighed, watching the people come and go without feeling a trace of boredom.
“Dao Ancestor.” Suddenly, Yu Fangshuo appeared beside him.
"Hmm?" Chen Xun smiled.
"The energy channels of the lower realm are all normal."
"understood."
"Yes."
……
A brief conversation, however, determined the fate of the entire lower realm.
Chaos reigned, rules collapsed, blood sacrifices were made to reshape the world.
If the natural order of the universe is normal, then everything is normal.