I have a city in another world

Cultivators of the Tower City!

For Tang Zhen, these four words were by no means an ordinary title for a cultivator, but a deep-sea bomb slumbering in the depths of his soul.

Once touched, it will unleash a storm that can upend one's mind and soul.

His fingertips curled up unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palms, and the first thing that flashed through his mind was that dreamlike past.

Those precious books, protected by layers of restrictions, had yellowed pages like withered butterfly wings, and the ancient ink seals shimmered with a faint light in the dim light.

Those books contain information about the cultivators of the Tower City.

They were a special group of cultivators who established an independent and powerful plane, which they named the Tower City World.

They used buildings as cities and cities as boats, migrating and fighting across countless worlds. Within these buildings and cities lay heaven-defying secrets, and the combat power of the cultivators was unfathomable.

The more Tang Zhen learned, the deeper his doubts became, and he began to suspect that his origins were connected to the world of Loucheng.

At the same time, I make a bold conjecture: perhaps a long, long time ago, in one of my past lives, I was indeed a member of the Loucheng world.

This life is merely a retracing of the path I've taken, a chance to strengthen myself and exact revenge on my former enemies.

Once this idea takes root, it grows wildly and cannot be suppressed.

Life after rebirth is entirely new, but the imprint deep within the soul is never erased. Like an ancient tree uprooted by a storm, even as new branches sprout in new soil, the old roots still entwine the past years.

Over the years, Tang Zhen kept the secret deep in his heart, never revealing a word to even his closest relatives.

But at this moment, these four words were uttered from the remaining consciousness of the divine remains, like a thunderclap in his ears.

The certification of a fallen deity is inherently significant, enough to answer many speculations.

Tang Zhen felt no joy, but rather a sense of panic, because this involved his past life, a powerful enemy, and many secrets he wanted to know but dared not touch.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his spiritual energy became chaotic, and his previously focused attack stance showed a noticeable lag.

Alarm bells rang in his mind: in a duel between advanced superhumans, life and death are decided in an instant; even a moment's lapse in concentration could become the opponent's fatal weakness.

"Was it intentional?"

Tang Zhen's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

The consciousness of the divine remains had been sealed by the demon god of another world for many years, and its consciousness was already incomplete. Could it be a carefully designed trap that it suddenly threw out this word that stirred his mind?

The goal was to disrupt his mind and launch a thunderous attack while he was distracted.
Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and his eyes instantly turned sharp as knives.

The power of rules around him condensed once more, manipulating the rule-breaking artifact to lock onto the void ahead, afraid of missing any unusual movement.

Yet, one can't help but wonder why the consciousness of the divine remains is so precise, revealing his deepest secret.

Could it have had some connection with the cultivators of Loucheng? If he truly was related to them, would this divine remains recognize him?
However, the anticipated attack did not occur. After uttering those four words, the divine consciousness fell into an eerie silence.

Like two soldiers facing off, Tang Zhen had his finger on the trigger, but his opponent slowly lowered the barrel.

This unusual behavior confused Tang Zhen even more. He gripped the rule-breaking artifact tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force, his vigilance undiminished.

He didn't know what the other party was planning, nor what would happen next, so he could only suppress the turmoil in his heart and wait quietly.

Time passed in silence, and the energy ripples in the void grew more and more intense, with visible waves spreading out, carrying an ancient and weathered aura.

After a dozen or so breaths, the ripples began to converge, and not far in front of Tang Zhen, a tall and slender figure slowly took shape.

Tang Zhen's gaze was instantly drawn to that figure, and a strong sense of shock welled up in his heart.

The figure had a human outline, yet its details revealed an inhuman holiness and majesty. It was over ten feet tall, with a straight and upright posture like a pine tree. Even though it was just a phantom formed from consciousness, it exuded a chilling pressure.

A fist-sized crystal was embedded between his forehead. The crystal was a deep dark purple with fine cracks on its surface. Faint golden light flowed through the cracks, as if it contained the power of the stars and the sea.

He was covered in a set of ancient and exquisite armor. The armor was dark gold in color and covered with traces of time, which made it look even more heavy and majestic.

The engraved runes seemed to come alive, flowing slowly across the metal surface and radiating an awe-inspiring power of rules.

Some withered vines were wrapped around the seams of the armor. The vines were dark brown and had long lost their vitality, but they were still tightly wrapped around the armor, as if it were some kind of ancient contract.

He wore black gloves covered with protruding bone spurs, his fingertips were as sharp as knives, and his nails were a ghostly blue, gleaming with a deadly venomous sheen.

Just by gazing at this figure, Tang Zhen had a strong feeling: this was an ancient deity who had truly experienced the sedimentation of a long period of time.

His eyes were empty and cold, as if he had witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds. All living beings in the world were like ants in his eyes, not worth mentioning. The aura of vicissitudes emanating from him seemed to have crossed countless eras, bearing the marks of wind, frost, rain, and snow, making people dare not have the slightest intention of profanity.

Tang Zhen had seen similar descriptions in those ancient classics. They were a sacred race from ancient times, who were born with control over some of the rules of the universe and were the most powerful beings in all the worlds.

Based on the form and aura of the divine remains before him, Tang Zhen had already reached a conclusion: this fragment of divine remains must have come from a deity of some fallen ancient race.

What puzzled him was that the other party's behavior at this moment was too abnormal.

Logically, the first reaction of a divine consciousness that has been sealed for many years to see an intruder should be to attack or be on guard.

But the illusory image of the divine remains before him simply watched him quietly, without revealing the slightest bit of hostility.

Tang Zhen's heart raced involuntarily. He could feel that the other person's gaze seemed to pierce through his body and reach the depths of his soul, trying to see through his hidden identity and origin.

Fortunately, there are rules to bypass the protection of the artifact, so the other party has no chance of succeeding.

The illusory divine remains stared at him for a long time, so long that Tang Zhen could barely withstand the pressure in his heart. Only then did the other party slowly speak, its voice old and hoarse, like rusty iron rubbing against each other: "I don't know your true origin, but you have a familiar aura. I hope you are related to the cultivators of Loucheng, or better yet, one of them."

These words were like a pre-set mechanism; once touched, they flowed on their own, without any hint of communication.

Tang Zhen understood. It seemed that the divine remains's independent consciousness had indeed been almost completely worn down by the otherworldly demon god. What remained now were mostly deep-rooted obsessions and fragments of memories.

But his doubts deepened: Why would this divine remains want him to be a cultivator from Loucheng? What exactly is their relationship?
"My current predicament is all because of the cultivators in Loucheng."

The murky voice of the divine consciousness carried a weighty weight that seemed to transcend time and space: "It was a war that darkened the heavens and the earth, countless cultivators perished, and the world was reduced to scorched earth. As a participant in the war, I was slain by the gods of the Tower City world in one battle, my body shattered to pieces."

Tang Zhen's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind—it turned out that the two sides were mortal enemies!

He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't rashly admitted it earlier, otherwise he would probably be in dire straits by now.

He secretly manipulated the rules to break the artifact, his spiritual power increased again, and he was ready to fight at any time.

The question then arises: if they are mortal enemies, why would the divine consciousness say it hopes he is a cultivator from the Tower City?

Unaware of his thoughts, the divine remains continued to recount the long-buried past: "Death should have given me a chance to be reborn, but I was betrayed by my companions, who wanted to use my remains to advance in rank."

At the critical moment, it was the cultivators from Loucheng who intervened and thwarted his plan.

My remains were dismembered, and this fragment eventually fell into the hands of an otherworldly demon god, where it was sealed here, its will eroded day and night in an attempt to refine and absorb it.

Tang Zhen was shocked; he hadn't expected such a twist in the story.

It seems that this matter is more complicated than imagined, and involves disputes and personal grudges between the gods.

Just then, the illusory figure of the divine remains suddenly cleared its eyes and looked directly at Tang Zhen. A pleading and determined look flashed in its empty eyes: "Demigod cultivator who has intruded, you have come at just the right time. Perhaps this is destiny."

I entrust you to take my original consciousness away to a designated world, find my reincarnated physical body, and merge with it to help me awaken and be reborn.

In return, I bestow upon you a share of the origin and a precious legacy, to help you pave a smooth path in your spiritual practice.

Tang Zhen's first reaction was to refuse.

This deal is too absurd. Traveling with a piece of divine consciousness is undoubtedly a crime, and will inevitably attract countless covetous eyes and pursuers.

The otherworldly demon god who controls this realm is even less likely to let this go.

Moreover, finding the other person's reincarnated body is like finding a needle in a haystack, with a very low success rate.

If he fails, he will not only gain nothing, but he may also bring trouble upon himself and suffer the mad revenge of the otherworldly demon god.

But deep inside him, another voice whispered.

It was a pull from the depths of the soul, a desire to explore the past of the cultivators in the city, and an obsession with one's own origins.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to learn the truth?

Through this divine remains, can he find more clues about his past life?
Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, plunging him into a dilemma.

"That's too late!"

Before the words of refusal could be uttered, the illusory divine remains suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a condensed stream of light that rushed straight towards them.

At the same time, the secret realm trembled violently, and a furious roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The divine sense of the otherworldly demon god surged towards this area like a tsunami. (End of Chapter)