A Man Like None Other Chapter 6450 One thing is still unclear
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- Explore a city where defenses are chaotically varied.
- Witness a melting pot of diverse beings and goods.
- Discover a place where power, not law, dictates everything.
A city with chaotic defenses. A melting pot of diverse inhabitants and goods. A place where power dictates the rules.
The outline of the hidden city gradually became clear at the edge of the field of view.
Three blazing suns hung high in the sky, their golden, silver, and crimson rays intertwining and spreading out, turning the huge city that stood on the barren land into a sinister dark golden color.
The city walls were built of rough gray stone, about ten zhang high, and covered with dense defensive runes.
The runes radiated chaotic and disorderly light, some bright and some dim, clearly the work of different cultivators, each with their own style and no uniform pattern.
This was unimaginable in the orderly and strict cities of the gods, but that was the reality in the City of Free Cultivators—there were no rules, no order, everyone had their own runes, everyone had their own formations, and no one could control anyone else.
The city gates were wide open, without guards or inspections, and anyone could enter and leave freely at any time.
Venerable Red Flame and Venerable Cold Abyss landed in front of the city gate, hiding their Golden Immortal auras and suppressing their cultivation to around the ninth rank of True Immortal.
The two of them stepped into the city gate one by one. The stone path beneath their feet was uneven, covered in rainwater and unknown stains, and gave off a damp and musty smell.
The streets are lined with shops selling everything imaginable: potions, magical artifacts, wits, and talismans.
The signs are varied; some were carved from spirit wood, some were painted on animal skins, and some were just a few words written on a piece of cloth and hung.
There were many people on the street, including humans, demons, monsters, and even ghosts, as well as several races that David could not name.
They wore all kinds of clothes, some luxurious, some tattered, some wearing shining armor, and some dressed in rags.
While passing by, they even glanced at each other’s storage rings and magical artifacts on each other’s waists, their eyes filled with undisguised greed and wariness.
This is a cruel world, where there are no rules, no laws, and it is the strong who determine the truth.
Venerable Red Flame remained expressionless as his gaze swept around him, taking in the layout of the city, the distribution of the cultivators, and the strength of their auras.
Venerable Hanyuan followed behind him, his silver eyes remaining calm, as if he was indifferent to everything.
The two walked through several streets and stopped in front of an inconspicuous inn.
The inn’s facade was small, and the paint on the door panels was peeling and peeling, revealing the ash-black wood beneath.
A wooden board hung at the entrance, with four crooked characters engraved on it: Anlai Inn.
“Right here,” Venerable Hanyauan said in a low voice.
Crimson Flame Venerable nodded, pushed open the door, then went inside.