The city gates were engraved with the name “Locust Tree Kingdom.”

Yuan Heng couldn’t help but laugh. “Master, look! It’s just a city, yet it fancies itself a nation. Isn’t that like calling a snail shell a temple?”

Su Yi casually said, “The city is an illusion. This place is only a corner of an ancient ruin. In the distant past, a nation might well have stood here.”

Yuan Heng was stunned, but Su Yi had already put his hands behind his back, and he was headed into the city.

The streets were lively, with pedestrians shuttling to and fro. Colorful lanterns hung in the air; it was the very picture of hustle and bustle.

When Su Yi and his companions entered, they attracted numerous gazes. The ghosts’ eyes carried surprise, curiosity, and playfulness.

As if they’d discovered three misfits.

Su Yi didn’t care in the least; it was as if he didn’t even notice. However, Yuan Heng and Bai Wenqing both felt a bit out of sorts. 

The figures shuttling around them all seemed like living, breathing people, but when examined through the senses of a cultivator, all were strange, contorted, hideous ghosts, and all of them emanated dense, imposing Yin qi.

A gray, venerable elder carried his own broken head as he leisurely strolled...