*Lower Realm... Blue Star City... Merchant Quarter.*
Space tore brutally above a deserted alley, revealing a dark fissure from which a passing pressure emanated. Xuan BaiShe emerged first from this spatial void, his feet touching the paved ground with supernatural lightness.
He remained still for a moment, his silver eyes scanning the environment with detached curiosity. Right behind him, Xuan Ling stepped through the portal in turn, her graceful silhouette and golden eyes betraying constant vigilance.
Indeed, the air in this lower realm was disconcertingly poor in spiritual energy compared to the domains of the immortal families of the Upper Realms.
Qi was scarce, almost nonexistent, which gave cultivators of their rank the impression of breathing air void of any vital substance. Yet for the thousands of mortals bustling a few streets away, this atmosphere was the only world they would ever know.
