One day, Evan Yang stepped out of the Sky-Piercing Tower. His spirit was fully restored and his injuries completely healed. Glancing back at the nearby warning plaques, Evan frowned suspiciously, "Does everyone who arrives end up in this place?"
A strange question lingered in Evan's mind: does everyone who enters the Human World have such an experience? If others didn't have his abilities, would they just suffer here?
With these questions in mind, Evan left the area and unleashed his divine sense, discovering that his surroundings were vast—he could only sense a portion of it. "Is the Immortal Realm a continent? Or is it a planet like before? If it's a planet, then this one is insanely huge."
At this moment, Evan was utterly unfamiliar with the land—he had no idea which direction was which. All he wanted was to quickly find a populated area and learn what the Immortal Realm was really like.
"Dad, I'll find you soon." Evan gazed at this new world, muttering to himself.
So Evan began flying in the opposite direction, soon discovering many fierce battles along the way. The combatants were all terrifyingly strong—he realized that just the aftershocks alone could kill him if he got too close.
"The Immortal Realm really is on another level," Evan muttered inwardly, quickly taking a detour. Because of this, he had to go out of his way repeatedly—and even had to use his Luminous Armor.
He felt like a rat scurrying across the street, everyone out to get him. This only made Evan more aware of how cruel and different the Immortal Realm was—here, it seemed like fighting was all anyone cared about.
"This place is really unfit for humans," Evan cursed inwardly. Finally, his divine sense detected a huge city, which seemed much more peaceful than the outside world.
Not only that, Evan saw quite a few ordinary people, as well as some cultivators who hadn't reached the Pseudo-Immortal Stage.
"That's right. I'm here with my young master, just asking for directions." Evan nodded. "I see. Then just go straight ahead—right in the center you'll find the City Lord's Mansion. That's where people handle land management. If you want a plot, just pay some Immortal Source," the person replied.
Evan thanked him, "Thanks."
The man said, "You're welcome," and left. Evan headed toward the City Lord's Mansion.
Walking was too slow, so Evan sped up, but he couldn't fly or use Flash Step—there were signs everywhere, lots of surveillance, and anyone who broke the rules would be dealt with.
As a newcomer to the Immortal Realm, Evan was weak, but seeing those lofty figures and the duels between experts in the wild, he knew he was nothing here—just a blade of grass.
So Evan walked especially slowly. Then he spotted a station nearby, with a sign saying it connected to all parts of the city.
"Teleportation array?" Evan saw a teleportation array in the city—how extravagant. But thinking about it, if you walked everywhere, it'd be hard to get around quickly without teleporting.
The waiter, seeing Evan's expression and hearing his words, eyed him suspiciously: "Kid, you're not trying to dine and dash, are you? Don't think you can eat for free just because you're an Earth-Immortal!"
Without hesitation, Evan walked over. The attendant asked where he was going. Evan replied, "To the City Lord's Mansion entrance."
"The City Lord's Mansion entrance? All right, that'll be ten pieces of lower-grade Immortal Source," the attendant said.
Thankfully, Evan had exchanged for some Immortal Source, so he handed over the stones and entered the teleportation array. The attendant activated the formation, and Evan appeared in another part of the city.
"Is this the City Lord's Mansion?" Evan was shocked—a huge manor lay ahead, so vast his divine sense could barely cover it. It was as big as a planet.
After marveling, Evan found the entrance, where a manager stood. Evan walked over and said, "I'd like to rent a shop."
"Rent a shop?" The manager looked Evan up and down.
"That's right," Evan replied.
"What kind do you want?" the manager asked.
"What kinds are there?" Evan asked curiously.
The manager sized Evan up—he looked like a beggar—so he casually handed over a map. "There are marks on it: green means available, red means already rented out."
Evan took the map and scanned it with his divine sense. When he saw the prices, he was stunned—every spot required at least a hundred years, and even the simplest place cost a million lower-grade Immortal Source per year. Ordinary spots needed a million mid-grade, and the wealthy ones a million upper-grade.
Seeing those numbers, Evan was shocked. He'd only managed to exchange a little over a million lower-grade Immortal Source—enough to rent for a year, and even then, he didn't qualify.
"So, what do you think? You've looked it over, right?" the manager asked.
"These places are really expensive," Evan said awkwardly.
"The city is so small, and usable spots are even fewer. Of course it's expensive. Plus, this is the cheapest city," the manager scoffed.
Evan gave an embarrassed smile. "Then I'll pass. Thanks." He turned and left.
"Trying to rent a place with no money," the manager muttered, watching Evan's back.
Evan heard it clearly but could only walk away, muttering to himself, "Land rent in the Immortal Realm is insanely expensive. I really need to earn more Immortal Source first."
He'd originally planned to rent a spot, sell some wine, and maybe ask about the Immortal Realm to get a sense of things, but now he had to give up. He decided to head back to the pawnshop and trade some wine instead.
Unfortunately, the pawnshop didn't recognize its value—a bottle of Dreamlike Wine could only fetch a hundred mid-grade Immortal Source.
Evan refused to sell, deciding he'd build up the wine's reputation first. If it wouldn't sell in the city, he'd try outside.
So Evan used a teleportation array to go outside, found a spot where most people passed by, and quickly built a small wooden hut and stone cabin at the base of a mountain using wood and stone.
Once everything was set up, Evan laid out an array around the area just in case, then prepared some wine utensils. Soon, his simple wine lodge was ready.
"Arriving in the Immortal Realm really feels like hitting rock bottom," Evan thought helplessly.
Evan was glad he could brew wine—otherwise, he'd have no idea how to make a living here. He quickly set up a simple wine array to let the aroma waft out.
As people passed by and caught the scent, they were drawn over. At first, nobody believed it—after all, this used to be just a mountain, and nobody would build anything here. Maybe it was bandits.
So at first, most people just watched from outside. Evan had no idea what was happening—he thought they were afraid of him. No matter how much he explained, nobody came in. Until one day, an old man walked by, caught a whiff of the wine, and was suddenly overcome by a craving.
He stepped out from the crowd, sat down on a chair, and said to Evan, "Owner, hurry up and bring me your best wine!"
Evan froze for a moment, then quickly brought out some good wine. The old man couldn't wait and drank a big bowl. He paused, and the crowd watched, worried it might be poisoned. But the old man was moved. "Owner, what do you call this wine? It's absolutely delicious!"
"It's premium wine—Hu Long," Evan replied casually.
"Good, good! Give me ten more bowls!" the old man exclaimed happily.