Chapter 75: The World on the Floating Island

  After flying for another hour, gradually, there were more gods on each of the floating islands in the sky, and it was not just gods flying by in the air.

  In Yang Le's vast perceptual scan, the vast majority of floating islands were shared by scattered cultivators, but there was no divine light shield to defend against, only a few large islands where some powerful scattered cultivators lived alone and spent huge amounts of divine power to transform and defend.

  The deeper he went, the more Yang Le found that each of the floating islands was covered with temples, and the islands wrapped in divine power light shields and rich in spiritual energy also increased.

  After flying for a while, Yang Le saw a shocking scene: at the end of the sky, a vast floating continent was suspended, covering the sun and sky. It was indeed a continent, thousands or even tens of thousands of times larger than Starry Sky Island. A majestic aura that shook the hearts of gods and demons, it was the unshakeable power of nature, or the mighty creation of heaven and earth.

  Around that continent, however, were floating ten enormous floating islands, each a billion miles in circumference. The five-colored divine light shields shone resplendently under the scorching sun, containing infinite terrifying divine power. Yet, next to the Floating Continent, they seemed as small as grains of sand, like bright pearls embedded around its edges.

  Wang Shan ran far, Yang Le flew a stick of incense before flying to the edge of that floating continent. Yang Le closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, and two golden lights shot out from his eyes, scanning the entire floating island.

  Everything on the floating continent below was displayed in front of Yang Le, and although Yang Le had been prepared for a long time, he was still stunned by the large number of descendants of the gods.

  In the entire floating continent, the periphery of the continent fifty billion miles away is surrounded by towering peaks and mountains, with countless temples scattered about, and numerous trading grounds are scattered all around. Countless gods and immortals come and go in a hurry, not inferior to the prosperity of Star Island. The vast divine power emanating from many temples also makes Yang Le unable to ignore it.

  In the vast expanse of the floating islands, cities are scattered all over the continent, with towering palaces made of jade and spiritual instruments standing in the city, and even many ordinary stone houses. Countless descendants of gods live, live and cultivate among them.

  In Yang Le's view, this is simply the mortal world. Except for these divine descendants who still have their innate spiritual energy in the vast wilderness at birth and are born with an innate physique that has not fallen into the realm of acquired nature, the descendants of the gods also have more emotions and desires than the gods themselves, indulging in various desires and unable to extricate themselves. Apart from a few who have firm willpower or exceptional talent and can achieve divinity, all other cultivators are unable to transcend the mundane world.

  Yang Le Gang flew into the floating continent and felt like he had passed through an invisible barrier, but it didn't trigger any reaction. He then flew towards the city of the Divine Demon descendants inside.

  Standing outside a thousand-foot-tall iron-cast city, looking at the crowds of people coming and going in all directions, with hair that was either purple or blue or emerald green, and surrounded by strong or weak divine energy auras, but those auras were simply not worth mentioning in front of Yang Le.

  Watching the crowd, or in groups, or thin and weak, but they all carry one or two small and weak beast corpses in their hands, apparently returning from hunting outside the city to collect spiritual materials and mine products.

  As the crowd walked into the city gate called Haowu City, when passing through the city gate, they saw that there were guards collecting spirit stones. However, the lowest grade on Yang Le's body was also a low-grade spirit crystal commonly used by gods, so he had to hide his figure and walk through the city gate.

  Ling stone is a stone that grows around the Ling crystal mine, storing a small amount of spiritual energy. To gods, it's just a stone that stores a small amount of spiritual energy, but to cultivators striving for divinity, it's extremely precious. The spiritual energy inside is also remarkably thick and pure, having a huge impact on their cultivation.

  The spiritual stones around the Ling Crystal Mine are countless, but they are not as good as the divine magic's law eyes. For the cultivators of the gods, it is a universal currency, the Ling mine, used to trade various spiritual materials and minerals.

  Walking on the streets of Hao Wu City, looking at the layout similar to the major Tian Chao cities, there are also various shops, inns, trading grounds and residential palaces. Especially the inns are the most numerous and lively, after returning from outside the city and settling down with various gains at the shops, both large teams and solo travelers rush to the inns for a big meal.

  Walking on the street, Yang Le looked at everything with a strange and indifferent gaze, as if there was a deep chasm between him and this world that seemed to be in another realm, watching everything from an infinite distance. This made it impossible for Yang Le to blend into the hustle and bustle, to experience the feelings he had lost long ago.

  It was a deep sorrow, and that irretrievable nostalgia gave Yang Le a feeling of tears!

  He knew that from now on, he could no longer live an ordinary and happy life. He had stepped into a magnificent world where only those with a strong heart and unshakeable will could reach the pinnacle, pursuing the secrets of the universe and exploring the mysterious unknown.

  Yang Le felt preoccupied with his thoughts and walked aimlessly on the main street, unknowingly turning seven or eight times to arrive at a narrow alley.

  "Ah!" A faint cry of despair came from the alleyway around the corner, bringing Yang Le back to his senses.

  "You run! You stinky little brat, how dare you steal my thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng? Hand it over quickly!" a coarse and violent voice roared.

  "Alright, stop kicking him. He's just a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng after all. His innate later-stage cultivation can't compare to your Divine Soul Realm cultivation. If you kill him, you'll have to face the punishment of the Lord of Haotian City!" A young man's voice rang out, seemingly trying to persuade someone nearby.

  "Hmph, if I don't teach him a lesson by kicking him a few times, he won't remember. With such a small innate cultivation base, he dares to steal things, not knowing life or death. If others were to kill him, it would be like stepping on an ant."

  After that, a string of scolding and comforting voices gradually faded away. A six or seven-year-old boy with silver hair disheveled, covered in mud all over his body, crawled up from the ground, trembling, with both hands tightly hugging a radish-sized crimson Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng. His face was filled with joy beyond compare. He immediately looked around cautiously and stuffed the Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng into his clothes. In the narrow alleys, he skillfully turned seven or eight corners and arrived at a low-rise house made entirely of rocks. Although it was said to be low-rise, it was still about thirty zhang high. In later generations, it would be comparable to a luxurious mansion, but in the city of Haotian, where hundred-zhang-high copper palaces were common, it was extremely poor and cramped.

  Yang Le was also moved and curious about this little boy, and quietly followed him.