"Don't worry, it's just an unmanned magical treasure."
Yu Ziqing was not worried at all. Lou Huai, having been cut out in an incarnation and tempered by a heavenly tribulation, was covered with the light of creation and earned recognition from heaven and earth. Now, he could independently exist as a rightful person of the righteous path.
As long as he did not actively transform into his devil form, no one, and no magical treasure, could easily see through him.
However, Yu Ziqing felt sowhat surprised that in a re city, the city gates had a body mirror.
In the Three Divine Dynasties, at least a state capital or the Imperial City would have body mirrors left at every city gate to reveal the true forms of demons, ghosts, and devils.
In Dali's Imperial City, besides the human race, there were also quite a few people from other races. There were even more mbers of the Demon Clan who aspired to a virtuous life and yearned for the life of the human race.
As a result, the body mirrors beca rely decorative.
Aliens who dared to enter boldly were naturally not afraid of the body mirrors, but for those with ulterior motives, the mirrors could not expose the human heart either.
So in the end, the body mirrors rarely gave warnings, and only reacted when genuine evil appeared.
Yu Ziqing felt a little strange just after entering the city.
Stranger things awaited.
He couldn't quite understand what people here were saying...
The accent here was extrely thick, entirely different from the official language he had learned.
Not only was the pronunciation different, but the tones were as well, making it almost a foreign language to him.
This was a bit awkward.
Now, as soon as he spoke, he would undoubtedly stand out.
The usual thod of listening to people bragging in teahouses was clearly not going to work.
He could only observe the signs on the streets, watching every move of the people here.
The advantage was that, although the characters on the signs were slightly different from what he had learned, he could generally understand them.
When passing by a store, he could also see the existence of cultivators here. In the pill shop, the currency used for transactions was spirit jade.
Moreover, the relationship between cultivators and mortals seed quite good, with no clear distinction on the street.
After wandering around the city for a day, as the sky grew darker and pedestrians began to dwindle, Yu Ziqing arrived at an inn.
With a blank expression throughout, he slapped a couple of pieces of spirit jade on the table and pointed to a sign of an upper room hanging behind.
The shopkeeper smiled, swiped the spirit jade, and said sothing unknown, signaling the waiter to lead Yu Ziqing upstairs.
Entering the room, when the waiter seed to want to say sothing, Yu Ziqing, expressionless, ignored him. Lou Huai stepped forward with a displeased look, opened his mouth for the man to see, and there was not even a tongue.
The waiter was slightly shocked and imdiately showed an apologetic expression.
Yu Ziqing casually tossed a small piece of spirit jade to the waiter, then pointed to the table.
The waiter left happily, all the way exclaiming with excitent.
Before long, a table full of dishes was delivered. As Yu Ziqing ate, his eyes kept glancing out the window, his ears capturing the conversations of others.
Unable to communicate, it hurt a bit; he had to quickly learn the dialect here.
From the script, it seed to stem from the sa origin and was not much different from what he had learned—at least in writing, but the spoken language was vastly different.
He planned to stay for a month before proceeding.
...
In a barren scorched land, Yang walked upon the earth, where the evil qi was extrely dense.
In addition, there were killing qi, resentnt qi, death qi, and ghost qi everywhere. Everything in sight was charred black.
Only so tenacious living beings, who had hidden underground early on, were still alive.
He did not know where this was, but he could discern it seed like a great fire had occurred here, burning most things within hundreds of miles into ashes.
Ahead, a blood-soaked evil ghost crawled out from the ground, howling incessantly. Upon seeing Yang, it imdiately lost its mind and charged.
Yang frowned slightly, flickered, and disappeared from his spot.
Having shaken off the evil ghost, Yang's gaze beca even more serious. This wasn't the first ti he had encountered such.
Previously, when he encountered one, he casually killed it, which seed to stir up a hornet's nest, as countless evil ghosts surged from the underground. All the evil ghosts appeared the sa.
In life, they seed to have been burned alive, transford into evil ghosts with their resentnt piercing the sky, having no rationality, only knowing how to wail and tear apart living creatures to vent their pain.
After several days of traveling, the flas around him dissipated, the scorched land vanished.
Traces of water started to appear on the ground, then swamps, and Yang's pace quickened, heading straight in one direction.
When he crossed over a hill and saw an ocean-like vast lake of silver ahead, his face turned ugly.
He began trying to contact Yu Ziqing.
"What is the na of the city you are in?"
"Dinghai City." Yu Ziqing pointed a finger and listed the three characters.
"Dinghai City..." Yang said with a heavy face, "I've walked out of that scorched land, and I've discovered Silver Lake."
"Silver Lake? The Silver Lake I've been to?"
"Yes."
"What is going on?"
"We are now in the Dadui Divine Dynasty, which has supposedly vanished!"
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