"Such a harmonious scene is actually happening in the Earth Immortal Realm."
"The Human Race and Demon Clan coexist."
"The Spirit Race formed by grass and wood spirits also do not worry about being killed."
"Even within the territory of my Wuzhuang Temple, it's absolutely impossible to reach such a state."
Zhen Yuanzi stood on the street of Lingzhou City, his gaze slowly sweeping around, his eyes filled with disbelief.
In front of him, the Human Race and Demon Clan rubbed shoulders, the sounds of bargaining rising and falling. The Demons were tall and imposing, many still had beast-like heads, while the Humans were relatively petite yet exuded agility and cunning.
Many of them stood in front of stalls, pointing at goods, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing; their behavior seemed as if they were old friends who had known each other for a long time.
