Living steadily in the world of gods and mystery

It had been more than half a year since he had crossed over into this world.

Chen Li no longer found himself completely ignorant of this place as he once had been.

The Longevity Domain encompassed the vast expanse of the barbaric west, a newly developed region in this world, with the Longevity Sect and the surrounding sects being at the frontier of this wilderness.

The entire Longevity Sect had relocated here, a move that had taken place merely a century ago.

The Green River District had been established for just over twenty years.

This place, at the northwest corner of the Longevity Sect’s territory, bordered the Artefact Sect to the north and the Barbaric Wilderness to the west, far from the central and bustling areas of the sect; calling it a market town would be generous—it was more a remote outlying stronghold.

In such undeveloped lands, the Longevity Sect naturally would not relocate mortals here to perish; those who sought opportunity here were primarily restless Loose Cultivators without affiliation. Perhaps in another hundred years, this place would gradually become prosperous and thriving.

However, a sect war that had been damaging for both sides almost turned this place into forgotten lands.

Now, with no sect in control, the market prices soared, especially since the Longevity Sect used to collect common goods like clothing and cotton quilts from mortals to sell here; even these supplies had been cut off.

This winter, for many destitute Loose Cultivators, was proving to be particularly harsh.

Fortunately for Chen Li, who had made ample preparations, the impact of the heavy snowfall was merely that he could not go outside.