Chapter 363: 363. Chapter 360: The Filthy, Chaotic, Squalid Void City

363. Chapter 360: The Filthy, Chaotic, and Shabby Void City

He couldn't possibly waste time aimlessly in the void just for a single Void Immortal Origin Sprout.

Moreover, from his contact with the people on this void ship, Ding Huan knew there wasn't a single decent person aboard.

If his ring hadn't truly lacked anything valuable, the other party would have definitely robbed him blind.

Even if he had been unwilling to trade the Void Immortal Origin Sprout, the other party would have still made a move.

So after getting the item, Ding Huan rushed out of this void ship at the first opportunity.

Back on his own flying ship, Ding Huan finally took out that immortal crystal and examined it carefully.

The rules of heaven and earth origin qi on this immortal crystal were definitely higher than top-grade spirit stones, proving beyond doubt that this was an immortal crystal.

If he had a pile of such immortal crystals, advancing to the next realm would absolutely be a matter of course.

That thin origin qi in the void should also be immortal spiritual qi, just far too sparse to almost sense at all.

Trying to cultivate under such thin origin qi would be a dream.

Immortal crystals were indeed good things, but judging from the other party's expression, they didn't seem easy to come by.

Ding Huan didn't use up this immortal crystal; instead, he put it away and brought out the iron wok.

The iron wok had been refined by him to the thirty-sixth layer of restrictions, its speed faster than ordinary immortal artifacts as well.

Following the directional jade slip the other party had given him, after just one month of travel, Ding Huan's divine sense swept up a faintly visible city.

This city looked somewhat like the Ten Thousand Realms Void Flying City, suspended in the void.

As his divine sense passed over this city, it was blocked.

This blockage was similar to the kind of void array pattern obstruction between the Mortal World and the Dao Cultivation World of the Triple Heaven Star Land.

According to the directional jade slip for the Fourth Immortal Domain in his hand, the place blocking his divine sense should be the Fourth Immortal Domain.

Ding Huan put away the iron wok and controlled a top-grade spirit artifact flying ship to approach this void city.

Arriving outside the void city, Ding Huan did not enter.

This void city was even more rudimentary than the Ten Thousand Realms Commerce Guild's void flying city; outside there wasn't even a void plaza.

Ding Huan's gaze merely swept across this void city once before landing on where he believed the Fourth Immortal Domain to be.

This immortal domain was indeed wrapped in a layer of void array patterns, divine sense completely unable to seep through.

Just at this moment, a man who looked extremely down on his luck abruptly walked out from these void array patterns.

Looking at his somewhat scattered gaze and expression of loss and sorrow.

Ding Huan hurriedly walked over: "This fellow Daoist."

The down-and-out man looked at Ding Huan, and only after several breaths did he let out a cold laugh, turn around, and walk toward the void city, completely ignoring Ding Huan.

Ding Huan had originally planned to spend one immortal crystal to ask the other party whether this inside was the Fourth Immortal Domain, but seeing this fellow in such a state, Ding Huan couldn't be bothered to ask.

He also walked toward the void city.

This void city didn't even have a name, there were no guards at the city gate, and anyone could come and go freely.

There was only a protective array so simple it was extreme, and it was unclear what it was meant to defend against.

The moment Ding Huan entered the void city, his first impression was filthy, chaotic, and shabby.

Although those appearing here weren't immortals, anyone able to reach here had a cultivation level no lower than the Earth Immortal realm.

Logically speaking, an Earth Immortal cultivator could, with a casual spell, make the void city clean and refreshing.

Yet here, everywhere was garbage, waste, and filth.

The buildings inside were even more chaotically arranged to the extreme.

As for the streets...

Strictly speaking, there were no streets here.

In other words, whoever was interested could just find a spot and build a cave dwelling.

Ding Huan's gaze fell on the mottled stains on the ground; he could be certain this city had no management, and people were killed here at the slightest provocation, and killing someone didn't even matter.

Those mottled marks on the ground were the residue of bloodstains layered upon layer.

"New here?" A lazy voice rang out, followed by a fierce-looking man standing in front of Ding Huan.

"That's right, new here." Ding Huan no longer held back.

Newcomers here could be spotted at a glance.

Those who had lived here long had withered auras about them, while Ding Huan's aura was steady all around.

That residents here had withered auras, Ding Huan actually found normal.

The immortal spiritual qi in this place was thin to the extreme; living long-term in such a place without immortal spiritual qi replenishment, and without even spirit stones, one's aura would indeed not be in good shape.

"Hand over your ring." The fierce man glanced at Ding Huan's ring, his divine sense directly seeping into it.

The immortal crystal in Ding Huan's ring had long been put away by Ding Huan; his ring only contained some ordinary top-grade spirit stones.

Originally there had only been a few thousand spirit stones, but because he was about to enter the void city, Ding Huan had put a few more into his ring; now it wouldn't exceed thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones.

"Why should I give you my ring?" Ding Huan's tone was calm.

"If you want to die, then don't give..."

Before this fierce man could finish his sentence, he felt the surrounding space change in an instant, as if a crushing pressure of death swept over.

When he saw that it was Ding Huan's fist slamming toward his own head, this fierce man nearly went mad.

Who's the newcomer here?

He frantically tried to unfurl his domain, simultaneously wanting to bring out his dharma treasure.

Only at this moment did he realize his domain couldn't unfold at all under Ding Huan's domain—how was this possible?

Based on his experience, over ninety percent of all newcomers here were Earth Immortal cultivators.

Only a very small number were at the Immortal-Fanqiao.

Don't be fooled by the number of Immortal-People Bridge cultivators in this Void City—they mostly advanced here after arriving.

Newcomers arrive with plenty of spirit stones and deep foundations; just exchanging a few immortal crystals is enough to reach the Immortal-People Bridge.

But once you've reached the Immortal-People Bridge, trying to step onto the Immortal Path becomes difficult.

As time passes, without more immortal crystals to sustain them, they slowly grow weaker and weaker.

For Ding Huan, it didn't matter if the opponent was merely a worn-out Immortal-People Bridge cultivator—even a fully potent one, he'd still dare to strike.

"Bang!" The fierce man could only watch helplessly as Ding Huan's fist exploded his skull, his Primordial Spirit even seeing Ding Huan snatch away his ring.

Before he could beg for mercy, Ding Huan engulfed his flesh and Primordial Spirit in a burst of flame, reducing both to nothingness.

The entire motion flowed like water, with not the slightest hesitation—clearly something he did often.

Cultivators watching from afar, seeing Ding Huan's ferocity, lowered their heads and turned away.

In this Void City, those who arrived first aren't necessarily the strongest.

Cases like Ding Huan, a newcomer killing an Immortal-People Bridge cultivator, aren't rare.

It's not that the Immortal-People Bridge are weak—it's that without sustained immortal energy support over time, their strength plummets; how could they possibly compete with newly arrived Earth Immortal cultivators?

The fierce man saw Ding Huan looked no great power, his aura thin and unimpressive, so he thought to intimidate him into submission.

He never expected Ding Huan wouldn't beg—he struck immediately, and the poor fool lost his life.

After reducing the fierce man to nothingness, Ding Huan's spiritual sense detected no one paying attention to the scene, nor anyone approaching to condemn his killing.

He was now certain: this place was one of survival of the fittest.

No rules. No morality. Only fists mattered.

Ding Huan quickened his steps and blocked a thin, weak man about to leave—the man's aura was equally depleted.

Seeing Ding Huan stop him, the thin man shuddered, his face pale; he could only bow and ask, "Comrade, do you have something to say?"

He had seen Ding Huan's killing move clearly.

If Ding Huan wanted to kill him, he wouldn't last a moment.

If he had anywhere else to go, he would never have stayed here.

"I'm Ding Huan. May I ask your name, comrade?" Ding Huan asked politely.

"I'm Jian Zhengyan," the thin man replied quickly.

Ding Huan said, "I've just arrived here and don't understand some things. I'd like to invite you to sit at the teahouse across the street and ask you a few questions—do you have time?"

Ding Huan was thinking to himself: this guy's appearance really doesn't match the name Jian Zhengyan.

Jian Zhengyan pleaded, "Ding Comrade, just ask here—I'll answer everything. A bowl of immortal energy tea at the teahouse costs at least one high-grade spirit vein—I can't afford it."

Ding Huan smiled: "I happen to have two high-grade spirit veins on me. Come on—I'll treat you."

Saying this, Ding Huan walked straight toward the teahouse.

Unlike everything else here, which had no name, this teahouse actually had one: Void Teahouse.

The person who named it clearly didn't want to think even half a breath longer—just blurted out "Void Teahouse."

The characters "Void Teahouse" were as sloppy as the filthy, cluttered, and dirty street.

"Thank you, Ding Comrade," Jian Zhengyan said quickly.

Ding Huan inviting him to tea was like a pie falling from the sky.

And since Ding Huan invited him to the teahouse, he clearly had no intention of killing him.

In Void City, any shop that exists must be backed by immense power.

Those without strength have no right to open a shop here.

Who would dare kill someone inside another's shop?

Inside the teahouse, only a few people were present.

A shop attendant walked over, smiling: "What tea would you like, comrade?"

Indeed, the attendant—his aura showed no sign of depletion; clearly he drank plenty of immortal energy tea.

Ding Huan pulled out a storage bag and handed it over: "I only have two high-grade spirit veins. I'd like two bowls of tea—what do you recommend?"

The attendant took the bag and called out: "One bowl of low-grade immortal energy tea—"

"Wait—I said two bowls," Ding Huan interrupted without hesitation.