Chapter 178

The people coming and going on the streets all looked aged; there were no youths, teenagers, or children. Everyone wore a blank expression, as if they were on the verge of death. Though free from strife and worry and appearing peaceful at a glance, the place utterly lacked vitality. Even Demon God, who frequently spent hundreds or thousands of years in closed-door seclusion within the abyss space, felt a sense of discomfort here. "Is it because I only just attained immortality? Or is it because my path to immortality was unique, so my perception is different?" Demon God possessed memories spanning tens of thousands of years, having spent them either in seclusion or amidst slaughter and strife. Although he had crossed paths with people from the Immortal Realm in the past and had heard tales of how wonderful it was, he had never actually set foot there.