Chen Fusheng frowned slightly, as if he was sensing something. After a moment, his face became paler and he started to cough softly.

"Master, your injury has not healed yet, don't use your spiritual sense anymore." Seeing this, Lin Zimu hurriedly persuaded.

"The Tianyan Technique guided me here, which means that the emperor's son is not far from us. Zimu, thank you for your hard work, take them to the nearby area to search." Chen Fusheng sighed helplessly.

Lin Zimu nodded, bowed slightly to Chen Fusheng, and turned into a floating light and flew towards the square mountain beneath his feet.

In less than a stick of incense, dense white-clothed pavilions scattered around, and in the flash, it sank into the night. When everyone was about to move, Lin Zimu walked out of the attic with a long green jade sword on his back, turned his head slightly to look at the top of the pavilion, and then disappeared from the place.

Under the bright moonlight, Chen Fusheng's snow-white buckle moved with the wind. A trace of worry flashed across his slightly pale face. After staring silently at the dark night for a while, he slowly walked down the top of his pavilion and murmured to himself:

"The time has not come..."

...

First morning.

The fresh air is mixed with a faint fragrance of grass, and the birds in the distance make a loud and clear sound. The breeze blows through the leaves, rustling them. This eternal dense forest is ushering in the first ray of dawn today.

Ji Qianming's spiritual sense swept across the surroundings, jumped silently from the tree branches, floating onto the ground as if there was no gravity.

Last night, Ji Qianming and the Queen stayed in the second half of the night. Nothing happened except the practitioners who often swept across the sky. However, the Queen was trying to find an opportunity to communicate with him, but he was blocked back coldly. Later, he simply stopped talking and spent his first night in the divine realm safely.

When Ji Qianming walked under the tree, Frost Ghost and the Master of the Eternal Life had already woken up. I didn't know if I had just woken up, but I just didn't sleep all night like Ji Qianming.

It was the Queen, the brainless monster, who actually slept dead on the tree and had no sense of crisis in another world, which made the three of them speechless.

After waking up the queen, the four of them simply confirmed the direction and took the mask down and walked towards Jackdaw City.

Wearing this strange mask in the divine world is easy to make people suspicious. In order not to expose their routes, they will not appear in front of others as they wait for the mask until they attack Qingxu Sect.

After a long time, a black city wall appeared in front of everyone. Unlike the ancient city walls that Ji Qianming saw on TV, the materials used for these black city walls were by no means ordinary bricks and tiles. They were probably some kind of special material from the divine world. The faint faint light reflected in the sun. The city wall was filled with the flag of the Crown City, and there were many practitioners on both sides of the gate controlling the levels.

These practitioners are not at a high level, and most of them are in the Qi training stage. Only the guy who looks like a superior is in the Xuanxi realm. However, this is normal. Although there are many practitioners in the divine realm, it is because of the large population base. In fact, those with the qualifications to practice account for very few people. Being able to become a practitioner, even in the Qi training stage, it is a matter of shining the family here.

Outside the city, the ordinary people queuing to enter the city already had a long team. Ji Qianming and the other four looked at each other and silently stood at the end of the team.

The four of them had already changed into clothes from ordinary people in the God Realm and had some disguise, so from the outside, they looked no different from ordinary residents of the God Realm.

Buzz —!

Just as a few people lined up, a flying wooden boat descended from the sky, dragging its long tail, hovering outside the city wall, and the wind and sand raised up fascinated many people's eyes.

Ji Qianming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw seven or eight cultivators wearing blue clothes coming down from the wooden boat, with majestic aura and no squint, and a calm and eccentric aura hit him.

The leading monk walked straight to the door, handed his waist card to the gatekeeper of Tongxuan Realm, and said lightly: "We are from Qingxu Sect, please let it go."

The gatekeeper just glanced at it briefly, returned the sign and nodded to the guards behind him: "Let go."

A group of Qingxu Sect disciples entered the Jackdaw City with expressionless expressions. Someone glanced at the envious gaze of an ordinary person on the side with his own eyes, snorted coldly, and a little pride and disgust appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen something disgusting.

"A group of weak chickens in the Thousand-Music Realm are in great shape." The queen took all this and sneered in a low voice.

The master of the opera said calmly: "This is the divine realm. Whether one can practice is like a natural barrier, which divides people from absolute classes. Without qualifications, ordinary people can only live at the bottom of the world for the rest of their lives. Those with better luck can be a small official. But if they have qualifications, even a fool, they can soar into the sky and overtake tens of millions of people."

"A sad world, a sad group of people." Ji Qianming looked at the envious eyes of ordinary people, and a faint sadness appeared in his heart.

In the divine realm, destiny is born to be destined.

The cultivation civilization of the divine realm is very powerful, and it is true that it is far superior to the earth in combat power, but in some aspects, the advancement of the earth is something that the divine realm cannot catch up with even tens of thousands of years of development.

On earth, no one can practice. If you want a good and happy life, you can only rely on your own efforts to strive for it. Although your background and family background will make people develop differently, as long as you are willing to work hard, it is not impossible to make a name for yourself.

But what about the gods? Can an ordinary person who cannot practice practice carry a hoe and shovel and rely on his courage to work as a refiner?

Cultivation can certainly make a world prosperous, but it can also make a world stand firm.

After about half an hour, it was finally four people's turn. The master of the opera was at the front and was stopped by the guards as usual:

"Where? What to do when you go into the city?"

The master of the opera said: "We are scholars from Liangqiu City, and we came to the academy of Jackdaw City to ask for advice."

"Scholar?" The guard narrowed his eyes and swept over the four people, "Do you have any recommendation letters?"

"Yes." The master of the opera turned around and looked at Ji Qianming. Ji Qianming silently took out the folded map from his pocket and sent it to the guard, while fooling everyone present.

The guard stared at the map for a long time and nodded, "Well, no problem, go in."

Ji Qianming took back the map and bowed to the guards. The four of them swayed into the Jackdaw City.

"Why don't we just flip in? We have to walk through the door?" The queen finally couldn't help asking this question.
Chapter completed!