Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1531 - 711: Ruined City, True Immortal of the Cursed Race (2)

Some immortal fiends are former fairies, their robes intact, still the same immortal gowns as back then, with exquisite cloud patterns and immortal flowers embroidered on the hem. Their faces remain stunningly beautiful, yet their complexion is pale as paper, devoid of any blood color. Their eyes are hollow, flickering with ghostly green flames, while their hair and clothing edges are entangled with black mist. The immortal qi that once surrounded them has completely transformed into a chilling aura of death.

They silently wander under the corridors, their steps light but soundless. Occasionally, they pause, staring blankly at the Jade Platforms inside the palace halls, seemingly reminiscing about the times when they meditated and served the Immortal King. Yet the next moment, they’ll be dominated by ferocity, roaring at the surrounding black mist, baring hideous fangs.

Some immortal fiends are former Immortal Officials, dressed in official robes, unscathed, with a jade belt around the waist and incomplete jade tablets in their hands. They sit cross-legged atop the Jade Platforms in the halls, still in the same posture as when they meditated and deduced the Heavenly Dao back then. Black mist surrounds them, and the breath from their mouth and nose carries a scent of annihilation, with traces of rune deduction still lingering at their fingertips.

Yet their Divine Souls have long fallen, bereft of any consciousness, driven only by instinctive ferocity. Once a living being approaches, they will immediately rise and launch an attack.

There are also immortal fiends made of fallen immortal children and Immortal Soldiers. They wander aimlessly in groups along the Celestial Street and alleys, some clad in tattered clothes, some in broken Immortal Armor, some wielding shattered Immortal Blades. The friction of their armor emits a cold, crisp sound. Their footsteps are chaotic and erratic, yet there’s not a sound of conversation, only low growls and whimpers.

They collide with each other but react not at all, wandering instinctively in search of any remaining immortal qi or fragments of Divine Souls. Once found, they voraciously swarm to devour, their ghostly green flames flaring more intensely in their eyes.

These immortal fiends retain the form of their past but have lost their wit and immortal qi, reduced to slaves of the black mist, instruments of massacre. They guard this dead Immortal City, gnawing at leftover immortal power, shattered Dao Principles, and lingering war souls, day after day, year after year, wandering eternally in endless darkness and silence.

"These immortal fiends are indeed dangerous."

"Their forms closely resemble the uncanny."

"Could it be that the uncanny created by the Immortal Race comes from these immortal fiends?"

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes.

Even the immortal fiends wandering in the outer area possess strength comparable to ordinary True Immortals.

If they are in the inner area, they could rival Earth Immortals.

Moreover, they are difficult to kill.

Once surrounded, death is almost certain.

In some sense, this ruined city is nothing less than a dragon’s lair and tiger’s cave.

Were it not for the many treasures left inside, few Immortals would risk their lives to come here.

"If so, how can they be killed?"

"I wonder if the Immortal Techniques I have mastered can eradicate these immortal fiends."

Jiang Fan clenched his fist.

He felt quite curious about this.

Yet he wouldn’t act rashly.

Life is singular, after all, and he wouldn’t waste it by dying senselessly.

"I didn’t expect that after so much time, the immortal fiends here still haven’t disappeared."

"Still wandering in this city."

"If one ventures inside recklessly, it’s purely a dead end."

True Immortal Zhao He said with much emotion.

Other True Immortals nodded in agreement.

They recalled the previous expedition to Anren City; it was nothing short of life-threatening.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao He, since we are here at Anren City, I wonder if you have any other way to enter?"

"If there is no other way, let’s not take unnecessary risks."

Jiang Fan spoke.

"Haha, rest assured, Fellow Daoist Jiang."

"If there wasn’t a way, why would I bring you here?"

"In fact, I recently found a map of Anren City."

"And I happened to discover a safe passage leading to Anren City from underground."

"Through this passage, we can enter the Inner City Region quietly and effortlessly."

"We’ll easily bypass those immortal fiends in the outer area."

"Then we only need to infiltrate the Nangong family’s residence and take all the treasures inside."

"Of course, there might be some unexpected occurrences, perhaps attacks by immortal fiends."

"Then, I’ll need your help from everyone."

True Immortal Zhao He said immediately, showing an air of confidence, indicating he was entirely assured that entering the inner region of Anren City was as simple as pie.

"Good, then lead the way."

Jiang Fan nodded, giving him a deep look.

If he hadn’t already known the boy’s true nature, he might have believed the other was genuinely leading him on an adventure out of goodwill.

But in fact, this fellow had long been controlled by the Immortal Race, becoming their puppet.

The reason the man was diligently working was just to lead him into the enemy’s trap.

Of course, he feigned being deceived.

To see what sort of tricks these people were playing.

Whoosh!

Immediately, under the guidance of True Immortal Zhao He, the group arrived at a nearby majestic mountain peak.

Inside it lay a hidden cave.

Upon entering the cave, there was unexpectedly an underground passage; no one knew when it was excavated.

It’s known that the land in the Immortal Realm is incredibly hard.