My heart breaks for this family.

The wind today was a little chilly.

Chen Xia added some more clothes, often sitting by the door looking out at the people and events in the realm's territory.

Where they lived was considered the edge of the realm's territory, already in the lower level, separated by a huge chasm from the middle, completely dividing the grades of cultivators.

And in the lower level, most were cultivators of the Mountain Moving Realm and below, some having fled from the star realms, and some native born and bred in this realm.

And the realm had another feature - a diversity of species.

Even some of the forbidden species of the Great Heavens existed, like the Soul-devouring Demons who loved to suck the blood and essence of cultivators, and the Undead Souls from the star realms could also freely walk the streets, with no one to govern them.

The rules of the realm were even more brutal than the outside, with absolutely no reason or order to speak of.

Although outside the realm it was also survival of the fittest, if you did something unconventional, you would still become the subject of criticism and discussion.

But not in the realm.

In the realm, as long as your strength was high enough, even if you took off your father's pants to use as a slingshot to hit your house's window paper, no one would say anything.

Instead, they would praise your creativity and unconventional thinking.

In addition, in the realm, discrimination was also based on race.

Just looking at the dragon race, there were countless branches in the realm, the lower ones being common water dragons, who could only cultivate in tiny ponds, most only at the Great Vehicle Stage, considered decent in the lower realm.

The mid-level dragons had extremely diverse types, such as the five elements dragons, thunder, light and other variants, even exotic species like the Golden Toad Dragon.

In the upper races, the dragon species became rarer, the most famous being the True Dragon Species and Earth Dragon Species, not because these species were the strongest, but because they had the largest dragon populations.

And at the pinnacle of the dragon race, was the Celestial Dragon Species, above them were those that could be considered descendants of the Dragon Ancestor, the Starry Sky Dragons and Universe Great Dragons.

It's just that these kinds of dragon clans were extremely rare, seldom seen even in the Great Heavens, at least at the Quasi-Saint level.

There were none of these top dragon species in the realm.

The supreme existences in the realm were the Lords of the Twelve Restricted Zones, distributed in the twelve directions of the realm.

The entire structure of the realm was like a tall tower, surrounded by the Lords of the Restricted Zones, with beings at the Heaven Mending Realm and Quasi-Saint level sitting at the top.

The middle was controlled by the Sea Inversing Realm and a minority of Heaven Mending Realm cultivators.

The bottom was the Mountain Moving Realm, a mix of dragons and snakes, with all kinds of levels, even Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators were not lacking.

Chen Xia witnessed with his own eyes a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator slap an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and disdainfully laughed.

"Worthless early Foundation Establishment trash!"

The hierarchy was severe indeed.

The liveliness in the realm was really quite chaotic, if the Vast Heavens and Seas Sect fought once every three to five days, then the realm fought three times a day.

And it was real life-and-death battles without holding back, no matter who you were, beat them to death first and talk later.

If you had to describe it, the realm was like a mental hospital, where everyone inside was not quite normal, more or less with some mental issues.

Take Chen Xia for example.

He really enjoyed going out to watch other people fight, leaning on a walking stick he made, limping out of the nearby Broken City to watch.

Broken City was an ancient great city that remained, now becoming a place for lower level cultivators to mingle, mostly fighting and brawling.

Chen Xia would sit on the broken city walls not just watching, but commenting as well, murmuring on the side.

"Not brutal enough, can only give four stars."

This had become his pastime, until Big Yellow Dog came to call him home for meals.

They were all supplements made by Big Yellow Dog himself, using expensive ingredients, combined with his honed skills, they were quite delicious, whether nutritional or not was unknown.

Anyway, Chen Xia's lame leg had still not recovered, the price to pay for using the past and future law was to seal this leg, the whole leg's aura and blood flow obstructed, he had to rely on a walking stick to properly walk.

His injury was showing signs of improvement, estimated to fully recover after resting a few more years.

The cultivators around Broken City also got to know him, mainly because Chen Xia came here every day, limping with a walking stick, crippled yet still coming to watch.

You could only say he was addicted.

Plus Big Yellow Dog coming to call him home every day made his image even more memorable.

This man and dog had also become a scenic line in Broken City.

Chen Xia came on time every day, limping along with his walking stick, holding a teacup, sitting in his regular spot, like an old man watching a show.

Big Yellow Dog would come on time every afternoon to call Chen Xia for dinner, yelling from afar.

Given the temperament of cultivators in the realm, if anyone dared to shout so arrogantly and watch like this, they would have gone up and slapped them long ago.

But the reason they hadn't hit him yet was not because they saw Chen Xia's true strength, nor because they loved animals.

Rather, it was because of Zhang DaoMing.

Zhang DaoMing was an alchemist of the Starry Sky Pill Sect, although not high ranking in the Starry Sky Pill Sect, he was still solidly an upper level cultivator in the entire lower realm, with his Mountain Moving Realm cultivation surpassing many cultivators.

So if these people wanted to make a move on Chen Xia and Big Yellow Dog, they had to consider Zhang DaoMing, a Mountain Moving Realm alchemist, behind them.

And in their eyes, Chen Xia was just a crippled lame person, Big Yellow Dog was even lower as a semi-beastman, winning against them was no great glory either, not worth bragging about.

With this back and forth, Chen Xia had also become a familiar face in Broken City, mainly because of his limping figure carrying a teacup being so memorable, seeing it once you could remember it for days.

Chen Xia came here often for a simple reason, he liked the style in Broken City where people slapped each other over the slightest disagreement.

Plus the intimate fights and unrestrained cursing truly demonstrated the friendly interactions between cultivators to the extreme.

Lively and chaotic described it well.

Especially when twilight fell over Broken City, paired with some mottled bloodstains, it had quite a sense of time, exceptionally moving.

Plus the colorful cast of characters in Broken City made Chen Xia unable to help marvelling at the wonders of creation.

But today's dusk was different.

Chen Xia didn't get Big Yellow Dog's call to come home, he shook his head slightly, somewhat puzzled, hung the empty teacup on his waist, and limped his way home leaning on his walking stick.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard sobbing sounds.

He looked curiously and saw Big Yellow Dog sitting at the door sobbing softly, immediately frowning and asking curiously.

"What's wrong?"

Big Yellow Dog shook his dog head aggrievedly, "Just because I boiled the herbs, old Zhang kicked me twice on the butt, kicking off my fur, and said I do nothing but shameless things all day."

Chen Xia nodded, thinking Zhang DaoMing was not wrong.

Big Yellow Dog sobbed even louder, extremely aggrieved, "I work from sunrise to sunset every day, I really pour my heart out for this family, am I not miserable?"

"It is quite miserable." Chen Xia nodded, patting the dog head with his walking stick, and added.

"But not every effort will lead to good results."

"But...but I just wanted you guys to live better..." Big Yellow Dog explained tearfully.

"Lapdogs think this way too." Chen Xia commented.

That night.

Big Yellow Dog was sleepless all night, eyes wide open thinking for half the night, only to come to one conclusion.

"I must not be doing well enough!"