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  The city was extremely large. From a distance, it looked like a large and majestic mountain range.

  Even if one was high up in the sky, one could not see the end of the city. There were only tall buildings that stretched as far as the eye could see.

  Vigorous and desolate, if one did not experience a thousand years of time, there was no such charm at all.

  Tang Zhen had seen such a Grand and huge city before, but the style was completely different.

  As expected, one could encounter all kinds of things in the extreme spirit realm, including this ridiculously large city.

  When he thought about the unique environment of the extreme spirit realm, Tang Zhen could not help but suspect that this city was dug from another plane and then connected to this world.

  The area of the city was extremely large, so there were naturally many residents. The streets were filled with people.

  Most of them were Aboriginals, but there were also foreign cultivators, and they lived in harmony with each other.

  According to Tang Zhen\'s analysis, the deranged cultivator should have passed by this city. It was just that he didn\'t know if he would stop.

  Tang Zhen had a premonition that this Super City before his eyes was the destination of the deranged cultivator.

  Otherwise, he could have avoided this place during the journey, so as not to expose his whereabouts when crossing the border.

  However, if it was really the destination, the difficulty for Tang Zhen to find it would clearly be much higher.

  This was because there were many residents in the city, and it was easy for a God to sneak in.

  Tang Zhen circled an area and once again created a collective Dreamland to read the hidden memories of the indigenous people.

  However, after observing for half a day, he didn\'t find any traces of the deranged cultivator. He didn\'t know where he had gone.

  This abnormal situation caused Tang Zhen to feel a little confused. Could it be that the deranged cultivator had not arrived at this city?

  Even if the other party did not enter the city, they should have used this place as a transit point. After all, the limit of teleportation was a thousand miles.

  This was an indestructible rule, and even gods could not violate it unless they were powerful enough that even the rules could not restrict them.

  However, from his previous observations, the deranged cultivator clearly did not have that ability. Otherwise, Tang Zhen would not be able to track him so easily.

  "There must be something missing, or the other party must have used some kind of technique to cover up their tracks!"

  When Tang Zhen thought up to this point, he began to continuously observe and analyze in an attempt to find out where the abnormality was.

  After watching it over and over again, Tang Zhen\'s spirit was jolted as he finally discovered something amiss.

  He calculated the number of people on the street and found that there was indeed one more person.

  The extra one was most likely the deranged cultivator.

  He split his thoughts and locked onto the targets that were participating in the collective dream, reading their individual memories.

  During the screening process, Tang Zhen saw the scene he wanted from the memory of a shop owner.

  A man with a gloomy expression walked out from the wall and mixed into the crowd.

  There were many cultivators in the city, and it wasn\'t rare to see experts who could fly in the sky and burrow underground. The boss had seen similar situations before, so he didn\'t take it seriously.

  Tang Zhen fixed his eyes on him. He couldn\'t be sure that this was the crazy cultivator because there was too much of a difference in appearance and body size.

  For cultivators, physical appearances could be changed, and it couldn\'t be used as evidence to determine one\'s identity.

  The method of distinguishing aura fluctuations could not be used in a collective dream, unless the hypnotist also had considerable strength and made a response judgment.

  This was the flaw of a collective dreamscape, because the foundation of its composition was all from the controlled participants.

  The scene, the sound, the smell, everything was the same.

  Unfortunately, there wasn\'t a single king level cultivator on the street, so how could he sense a God?

  Tang Zhen could only treat him as a crazed cultivator in disguise after the screening. After all, this was the only clue he had.

  After exiting the collective dream, the residents on the streets were as usual and were not affected at all.

  They didn\'t know that in that instant, their memories had been flipped through countless times.

  Tang Zhen appeared on the street and slowly walked along the long Street. He continuously unleashed a technique that was similar to "daydreaming."

  The pedestrians on the road were constantly falling into a group dream, and then they would wake up in an instant.

  Tang Zhen used their memories to form a continuous scene. The Mad Cultivator was the only main character, appearing and disappearing in this scene.

  The main contributors to the memory were naturally the merchants on both sides of the road. Passersby were not of much use at all.

  After tracking the target and walking for about five kilometers, a huge building blocked their way.

  The buildings were like three giant towers standing at the same time and connected in the air with a corridor. It was not known whether it was for the sake of beauty or to enhance stability.

  The building was covered with beautiful flower vines, and there were tall trees around it, as if it was an exquisite garden in the middle of the street.

  The passers-by were not affected at all and could even enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.

  The target had disappeared again.

  No one near the building saw the target, or rather, no one had seen it, but they were not at the scene.

  Tang Zhen had created a collective Dreamland without the participation of any witnesses, so it was naturally impossible to find the figure of the crazy cultivator.

  Once the clues were cut off, it would be difficult to continue the pursuit, and they could only continue to search like looking for a needle in a haystack.

  The current situation was within his expectations. Tang Zhen did not feel surprised at all.

  He could only wander around randomly and expand the scope of the collective dream to find hidden clues.

  This building was located at the cross Junction and was connected to different directions. Tang Zhen had to filter through all of them.

  Fortunately, not long after, Tang Zhen found a clue and confirmed that it was the target he had been tracking.

  The other party was still moving forward, and he had no idea where they were going.

  Tang Zhen naturally had to continue following them. They entered deep into this huge city and walked for over ten kilometers.

  In the process of advancing, they passed by a huge dueling ground, from which there was a continuous tsunami-like shouting.

  Tang Zhen swept his gaze over and discovered that there were over a hundred natives fighting each other in the interior of the dueling ground.

  They wore exaggerated armors and held all kinds of weapons, putting on a bloody show for countless audience members.

  The martial artists of both sides who were participating in the duel ruthlessly swung their weapons at their opponents, either cutting them in half at the waist or beheading them.

  Broken internal organs and intestines that had been pulled out were thrown all over the ground of the arena.

  This bloody and tragic scene made the surrounding audience extremely excited, and they constantly shouted to vent their anger.

  The residents of the extreme spirit realm had already brought out their immortality and created a bloody and strange way of entertainment.

  They pleased the bored natives through this bloody death competition, and it seemed to be quite effective.

  The audience was also very invested in the game. They waved the tickets in their hands, obviously participating in a gambling game.

  When the battle began, the audience would curse and shout desperately, urging the party they had bet on to quickly kill all the opponents.

  If they won, the audience would get a generous prize money and go out to party with it.

  Although the residents of the extreme spiritual realm could be resurrected, they still had to consider their basic necessities. If they did not eat for a long time, they would starve to death.

  Just like the outside world, the rich lived a more comfortable life, while the poor lived a much worse life.

  As long as he was diligent, he would not have to worry about starving to death. After all, this was the extreme spirit realm.

  If there was really no way out, they could still run to the dueling ground and let others hack them to death.

  At that time, the family of the deceased would be able to receive a considerable amount of compensation from the operator.

  Or, after he was resurrected, he could return to the dueling ground and claim his death compensation.

  If they were strong enough and could win a few battles, they would definitely receive more rewards.

  Looking back at the collective dream again, he found that the target had disappeared again, and he did not know where he had gone.

  "Strange, why did it disappear again?"

  Tang Zhen stood at the end of the street and pondered in his heart. He had a faint guess in his heart.

  Tang Zhen glanced at the arena beside him before he turned around and walked in.