Token of breakthrough (1)

It was late at night again, and loucheng became quiet.

Compared to the day, the night in loucheng had a different kind of beauty. Fluorescent plants were everywhere, making people mistakenly think that the Milky Way had fallen to the ground.

In the eyes of mortals, this was the immortal realm.

For ordinary cultivators, loucheng was also a Holy Land, where they could absorb the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth without any worries.

However, in the eyes of some cultivators, no matter how beautiful the city was, it was despicable and ugly in nature.

While they were hostile to loucheng, they were also envious and wanted to destroy it and take it for themselves.

After cultivating to a certain realm, one would become crazy and would do anything to achieve their goal.

The moonlight fell in wisps, like a seven-colored mist.

Occasionally, there would be a Crane's cry that echoed in the wilderness, but it made the night environment seem even quieter.