Outside the city, warlords fought and killed each other in a chaotic battle, flesh and blood flew in all directions, and the cries of killing shook the heavens.
The citizens inside the city recited scriptures with religious fervor; sonorous chants of Buddhism rained down like blossoms.
The contrast between the two was so marked, who wouldn't find it bizarre?
And what was even more abnormal, making one feel bewildered after seeing it and feeling like they had fallen into another world, was the sight of Yinping City at that very moment.
Tao Qian had memories of his original body and the Human Dao Fortune; he had even once hung the Heavenly Lantern.
He might not know the Seventy-two provinces and their cities and towns like the back of his hand, but he was roughly familiar with them all.
Yinping City!
