Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1530: Chapter 711: The Ruined City, True Immortal of the Cursed Race

At the same time, Jiang Fan, along with Zhao He, Cheng Yuan, Xu Senhe, Jin Fenfeng, Lü Pangen, and other True Immortals flew in the direction of Anren City, although they were surrounded by black fog.

But under their divine sense, they could still perceive the surrounding environment.

However, under the suppression of the black fog, the range of their divine sense was naturally not as vast as in the past Immortal Realm.

But for the purpose of finding their way, it was entirely sufficient.

Within just one day, the group finally reached the outer region of Anren City.

"Is this the ruined city of the Immortal Realm?"

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes, gazing at the ruined city in the distance.

Apparently, this was Anren City.

The entire outer city wall of the Immortal City was originally built with ancient cold jade mixed with heavenly gold, extending thousands of feet high and spanning thousands of miles, the wall smooth as a mirror, engraved densely with Immortal Patterns for guarding the realm, once an insurmountable natural barrier against foreign enemies.

Now, this barrier had long lost its former glory, with multiple collapses, broken walls tilted and crumbled, some sections having entire parts smashed down, cold jade shards and fragments of heavenly gold scattered below the city, darkened by the black fog;

Some sections of the wall had wide gaps, the edges jagged, bearing concave marks from immense force, embedded with shattered pieces of Immortal Soldiers, and congealed, blackened Immortal blood, the most tragic marks of the fierce battle back then.

The sections of the wall that remained intact still stood tall, with the Immortal Patterns for guarding the realm worn yet still visible, though losing the augmentation of immortal power, dimmed to a faint silvery-gray glow, starkly contrasting with the collapsed ruins, like a half-ruined boundary monument, silently narrating the past glory and downfall.

The battlements at the top of the city wall were either intact or partially blasted, with wind howling through them, producing wailing sounds, like the sigh of an Immortal echoing throughout the dead city.

"Though a ruin, yet this city remains so intact?"

"Could it be that the Immortals inside perished in an instant?"

Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted.

His divine sense spread out, permeating into the depths of Anren City.

Examining closely the peculiarities of this city.

In stark contrast to the broken city walls, the myriad of halls and pavilions within the city astonishingly remained intact, with no collapse and no damage, as if the aftermath of the great battle had never reached here.

The central heavenly palace main hall stood on a White Jade high platform, its eaves soaring into the sky, with a jade bell hanging at the end of each eaved corner, perfectly intact, yet no longer producing the clear Immortal sound, only enveloped by the black fog, eerily silent.

The vermillion doors of the main hall, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns, their paint still bright without a trace of peeling, the door rings cast with thousand-year-old profound iron, emitted a cold glimmer but were covered in fine scratches, remnants of the Immortals’ last resistance.

On both sides, the Eastern and Western Immortal Terraces, the Southern and Northern Celestial Mansions, were orderly in layout, with jade pillars and carved railings spotless, and the Immortal birds and auspicious beasts, cloud patterns, and auspicious light carved on the columns with clear lines, vivid as if they were about to break through the walls at any moment.

The glazed tiles of the pavilions in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, though shrouded in black fog, still refracted a faint treasure light, with not a speck of dust or a single piece broken between the tile seams, perfectly intact to the point of eeriness.

The jade lamps beneath the corridors, the incense burners within the halls, and the stone tables and stools before the steps, all remained as they were, the residual scent of pill fragrance still lingering in the incense burners, yet long corrupted by the black fog, turning cold and pungent;

The holders of the jade lamps were empty, the Immortal candles once burning had long extinguished, only the icy lamp walls remained, reflecting the surrounding black fog, adding even more to the deathly silence.

Among the streets and alleys, the sporadically arranged Immortal residences, medicine huts, pill rooms, and artifact pavilions all remained intact.

The doors and windows of the medicine hut were intact, with the medicinal shelves inside neatly arranged, but the Immortal Herbs on the shelves had long withered and carbonized, inflicted black by the black fog;

The Pill Furnaces in the pill room still stood, with fire-gathering Immortal Patterns carved on the furnace body, but inside only cooled ashes remained, not a trace of pill aura; the counter of the artifact pavilion remained intact, with a few unfinished Immortal treasures still displayed atop, their treasure light dimmed, entwined by black fog, long losing the spirituality of the past.

These intact structures carried no signs of life, no traces of Immortal activity, as if a city frozen in time, only the black fog flowed through the streets and alleyways, shuttling between halls and pavilions, making the intactness all the more eerie.

"Wait, could these be the legendary Immortal Fiends?"

"Monsters more terrifying than Demons?"

At this moment, Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted, immediately sensing the monsters within this ruined city.

And those were the Immortal Fiends.

These Immortal Fiends roamed, lurked, and wandered within the black fog, formerly the city’s masters—Immortal Generals who died in battle, fallen Immortal Officials, perished Fairies, dispersed Immortal children, and guarding Immortal Soldiers, with their Immortal Bodies intact, but Divine Souls had decayed, transformed by their own resentment, the invasion of black fog, and the pollution of auras of destruction into Immortal Fiends, neither alive nor dead, without consciousness, only knowing slaughter and devouring.

Some Immortal Fiends wore complete Immortal Armor, forged from the heavenly gold and cold jade of the past, still emanating a cold luster, the Immortal Patterns engraved on the armor still clearly visible, but soaked by black fog, exuding a faint black mist, gripping unbroken Immortal Soldiers in their hands, the Spiritual Light on the Immortal Soldiers long extinguished, enveloped in black fog.

Their eyes flickered with ghostly green flames, expressionless, their postures erect, patrolling mechanically in front of the main hall, step by step, with uniform steps, still maintaining the stance of guarding from the past as if they had forgotten death, forgotten decay, only remembering their duty, yet emanating a piercing aura of death and Fierce Qi.