I Have a City in a Different World

At the last wine table, Tang Zhen was the only one left, still pouring and drinking by himself.

Although the night was dark, the liveliness remained unchanged, and the laughter continued.

For Indigenous peoples who are not worried about death and their livelihoods tomorrow, time does not constrain their behavior.

If you are really tired, you will go home to rest, or just find a place to lie down.

After waking up, you can continue to have fun.

Carrying a pot of fine wine and walking along the long street, Tang Zhen came to the edge of Ziguang Ruins.

There are many quaint and mysterious giant statues here, as well as many incomplete buildings, which look old and dilapidated.

But it is not deserted here. From time to time, you can see the figure of the monk, living in the ruins near the Ziguang Ruins for a long time.

Cultivation, waiting, the days have passed a little leisurely.

A true cultivator is indeed so leisurely, not as exhausted as mortals.

In fact, practitioners also have goals to strive for, but they are more difficult and long, and the more anxious they are, the more difficult it is to achieve.

Tang Zhen strolled in, not many monks cared, they just continued to practice with closed eyes, completely indulging in their own world.

This is another characteristic of Ziguang Ruins. Although the number of monks is extremely large, they do not provoke each other.

If necessary, you can go to a special trading location, which is a market shared by monks and mortals.

Don't think that you can bully others, that's just a newcomer's idea, but any cultivator who has lived here for a long time will never have such an idea.

In fact, the vast majority of practitioners are very low-key and forbearance. Those arrogant and domineering people cannot survive in the cultivation world.

There is a big tree in front, and there is a stone platform under the tree, which is currently unoccupied.

Tang Zhen walked straight over and slowly sat down.

In front of the mountain gate of Promise Sect, Tang Zhen fought with four indigenous gods. Although he failed to kill them, he still snatched a large amount of the source of gods.

It's just that the purity of the source of this god is really unsatisfactory, and it must be purified before it can be absorbed.

Sure enough, it was the god who killed the world of Loucheng.

Only to be able to obtain rich spoils, the indigenous gods cannot be compared at all.

The Qiankun Five Element Beads have now been assembled and are being handed over to the blacksmith for refining.

So far, Tang Zhen has collected seven Origin Spirit Treasures, and the harvest has far exceeded expectations.

Perhaps the only regret is that the quality of these Origin Spirit Treasures is too low, and together they are not comparable to a fine product.

In fact, everything can't be rushed, as long as there is something to gain.

In this silence, suddenly another music sounded, which seemed elegant and melodious.

Soon there were many female monks, dancing in the air with the music, and their graceful dresses fluttered.

Obviously, this place of practice is not really dead.

Tang Zhen watched with a smile, the sight of many female monks dancing in the air was indeed very rare.

However, he soon discovered that this was actually a method of cultivation. Those figures dancing and changing in the air actually implied some kind of special law.

Even the melodious sound of music is part of this practice, allowing people to calm down and cleanse their minds without a trace of dust, and they are also not afraid of the intrusion of demons.

Tang Zhen had already heard of similar cultivation methods.

In some planes, practitioners will recite the spells to be performed in a way similar to singing.

There are even corresponding dance steps, either majestic and strong, or charming and enchanting.

When these monks are fighting, the scene can be said to be very spectacular. You can see the constant dance and singing of the warring parties and release various attacks.

If the killing effect is not considered, it can be regarded as a splendid song performance with sound and light, which makes the spectators feel pleasing to the eyes.

Every battle between monks will attract countless onlookers, watching from a long distance.

The monks in front of them should practice similar exercises, otherwise they won't be singing and dancing in public.

The singing and dancing in the air lasted for several hours and did not end until the dawn of time.

Some monks see from the beginning to the end, and some monks block their perception and can turn a blind eye to it.

During this period, Tang Zhen always focused his attention on the Ziguang Ruins, trying to figure out what kind of place this was.

According to what the pair of sisters said, the monks who entered the Ziguang Ruins could get whatever they wanted.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, it is not unusual to be able to get the desired item.

But if the gods enter this place and can get what they want, then the nature will become completely different.

Because of the existence of the source of the gods, the gods can simulate any item, except for things like the source of spiritual treasures.

If a god enters it and gets the item he wants, what else will there be other than the original spiritual treasure?

The real problem is that the appearance of the gods in Ziguang Ruins is just a rumor.

At least until now, Tang Zhen has not felt the existence of the gods, so it is impossible to determine whether the rumors are true or false.

If it were in other places, Tang Zhen would definitely not pay attention to such rumors, because the authenticity is very small.

But now that he was in the Spirit Pole Realm, and in front of the famous Ziguang Ruins, Tang Zhen really had no confidence in directly denying it.

So he decided to observe slowly, and even go into it himself to explore, so as to prove whether the rumors are true or false?

Before you know it, a new day arrives.

The residents of Ziguang Ruins kept appearing. They didn't care about the practitioners around them, they just collected wild fruits and vegetables on their own.

From time to time, the aboriginal people will also have a few conversations with the practitioners, because they are already familiar with each other.

If it weren't for Ziguangxu, you would never be able to see such a scene, but the local aborigines are all used to it.

"So you're here, did you have a good night?"

A crisp voice came from his ears, and the pair of sisters who ran the tavern happened to pass by Tang Zhen.

There is also that quirky little girl, who is holding a pet like a puppy, running constantly among the flowers.

It was the younger sister who spoke, with a faint smile on her face.

"It's ok, comfortable and comfortable, and can see wonderful singing and dancing performances."

Tang Zhen stretched his waist and said with a faint smile.

"You're lucky. They don't dance and sing every day. I've only seen them a dozen times so far."

Tang Zhen nodded and looked at the basket they were carrying, which was covered with a layer of green grass.

"Wake up so early, what are you doing?"

The younger sister pointed to the jug next to her and replied with a smile: "Every morning, in the grass of Ziguang Ruins, a wild fruit will grow.

Crunchy and sweet, this fruit is the main ingredient for making fine wine, and the picking time is only an hour, otherwise the fruit will disappear.

So every morning, I would come to Ziguangxu with my sister to pick berries for making wine. "

After a few simple explanations, the sisters said goodbye to Tang Zhen and walked slowly towards the Ziguang Ruins ahead.

Tang Zhen smiled and watched the sisters leave, but soon showed an unexpected expression.

Because I don't know when it started, on the grassland in front, a faint purple light has spread out.