The town they had settled in was called Falling Leaf Town. It was a small, unremarkable settlement that existed on the outer edge of a larger cultivation region.
Compared to the towering immortal cities or ancient sect territories, Falling Leaf Town was almost laughably ordinary.
Its streets were made of packed earth and simple stone, its buildings mostly wooden with only a few reinforced structures used by minor cultivators.
The strongest individuals here were only low-level cultivators and people who had barely stepped onto the path of immortality.
For them, breaking through a single realm might take years, even decades. In the grand scheme of this world, they were no different from ants struggling beneath the feet of giants.
For Ross, however, this place was perfect. He had chosen not to immediately seek out the grand immortal cities filled with powerful sects, hidden monsters, and ancient schemes.
