Chapter 299 The City of Vain Deaths (2/2)

He felt that he should get a folding fan and right at this moment, there was really a stall selling folding fan that appeared right in front of him.

He seemed to forget about the strangeness of this city, that this was the City of Vain Deaths.

Shen Lian came to the stall and started choosing a folding fan from the folding fans there. He casually took a folding fan and asked the hawker, ”How much does this fan cost?”

The hawker said, ”Two dollars.”

Shen Lian took another folding fan and asked, ”How much is this folding fan?”

The hawker said again, ”Two dollars.”

The second folding fan's craftsmanship and the fan's surface were obviously way more delicate yet the hawker only responded with the same answer, which was two dollars.

Only when Shen Lian asked him questions like how much the folding fan cost, he would respond and the answer would never change.

He experimented with a lot of hawkers or even pedestrians. Majority of them could only speak one or two same sentences. There were even some who could not even speak. There was a similar characteristic of them, they were dead.

Just like the trees and rocks, they had no emotions, no self-consciousness, not even living creatures' vital force.

Everyone in this City of Vain Deaths all had the same look.

Shen Lian did not find the Qi of Sky Demon on them. To be precise, they could not even be considered as ghosts because ghosts had some self-consciousness. Some ghosts even had their independent self-consciousness so they were almost same as a living person.

All of them had lost the most important thing as living creatures, that was self-divine aura.

Every living creature had self-divine aura which was an evidence of self-existence.

Shen Lian went to each and every corner of The City of Vain Deaths. In the end, he realized that all the people and animals lost their self-divine aura.

There was still one more place that he did not manage to go because this place appeared suddenly.

It was a Daoist temple. When Shen Lian entered the temple, he realized that everything seemed familiar to him because all the decorations in the temple were identical to the Hall of the Grandmasters on Zifu Peak in Taixu Mountain. He saw the Grandmaster's portrait again, that lonely but worry-free reflection.

Right beside Grandmaster's portrait, there was another portrait which was a woman, or more like a female Daoist.

She was exceptionally graceful, just like the soft blue clouds.

He had seen this female Daoist before. She looked just like Fairy Ziling's disciple who also was Shen Lian's Master whom he had never met before.

He could still recall the last time when Gu Caiwei took out the portrait of Zhenren Biyun.

He also heard that Fairy Ziling thought highly of Zhenren Biyun.

This needed no explanation because Fairy Ziling had spent more than ten years in hunting for Yanxu and did not allow him to slack for even one moment.

That could be Yanxu's most embarrassing moment in life.

Perhaps if Zhenren Biyun did not die and became an immortal Zhenren, Qing Xuan would not face a downfall.

When Shen Lian was drowned in this memory, a sword aura appeared in silence.

He was so familiar with this sword aura, which was Chen Jianmei cultivation of Shapeless Sword Incantation. The person who unleashed this sword aura had swordcraft that was near perfection. It was difficult to imagine that besides Chen Jianmei, there was somebody else that could have such great attainment in Shapeless Sword Incantation.

However, this person's attainment still had a distance that was almost impossible to exceed Chen Jianmei's.

When the sword aura was about to touch Shen Lian's body, he slightly opened up his mouth and there was a powerful suction that swallowed the shapeless sword forcefully. He also saw a middle-aged Daoist who was holding a sword that came thrusting from the sky.