According to their description, the abyss is a place of chaos and killing. When Lin Xingchen was at the first level of the abyss, he thought they were right.

But the scenes he saw and heard now made Lin Xingchen wonder if he had been inexplicably transported to another place again. If he hadn't chatted with Uncle Barto, the wisest man in the village, Lin Xingchen would have suspected that he was mentally ill.

Now the place he had reached was still the abyss, but it had been blown up from the first floor to the seventieth floor. And he had heard of the number seventieth floor from his ancestors.

At that time, our ancestors led the magic army formed by the high elves to kill everyone in the abyss. They were invincible all the way and directly rushed to the 60th floor, finally attracting the attention of the big guys.

The big boss and his subordinates fought their way out from the 70th floor. Not only did he crush the ancestor and others all the way back to the Esidero world, he also successfully broke through the barrier and completed the transformation from the invaded party to the invader.

Lin Xingchen had already heard two versions of the damage caused by that battle. Both versions were horrific without exception. And it was the seventieth layer of the abyss that caused all this tragedy.

It took Lin Xingchen more than a month from waking up to being able to get out of bed and now walking around, and this was only possible because he took the medicine he prepared himself.

During this month or so, he kept chatting with people and finding out what he wanted to know in various ways. Unfortunately, the small village was mostly populated by simple farmers, so they were okay for talking about family matters, but there was no hope for anything else.

The place where we are now is called Bagen Town. It is called a town, but in fact there are only about thirty households in total, and they are all so poor that they have only their backbone left.

Maybe it's because of the demons' personalities! These guys are all extremely stubborn. To put it more nicely, they are all very stubborn.

There were more than a dozen fights of varying sizes in just one month. If it weren't for the skills of the pharmacist Barto, this town would have perished within three months.

The climate here is not as harsh as the first layer, but rather very mild. Apart from the two suns in the sky, there is no difference between this place and the Plano continent.

The light emitted by the moon at night is not white but purple, and there are many moons, three large, medium and small ones distributed in the sky.

"Brother Xingchen, don't climb so high since your injury hasn't healed yet!" Jia shouted as she walked past Gao Shi carrying a bucket of clothes.

"It's Jia! Don't worry, I'm much better now. I'll probably be fully recovered in about two months." Gao Shilin Xingchen walked down from the side and helped the devil girl carry the clothes bucket and walk back.

When the two passed by Uncle Barto's house, the old man was sitting there, tapping his legs and smoking.

"Wait a minute, Little Xingchen, I want to ask you something!" The old man stopped Lin Xingchen.

After all, he was his lifesaver. Lin Xingchen also hurried over to see if the old man had any problems: "Uncle Barto, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes, there is something. Didn't you ask me last time when we would go to the county town? I tell you, we will go to the county town to trade in three days, and you should come with us then!" The old man drooped his eyelids and didn't look at people directly.

"Oh... I see. Uncle Barto, I will definitely go and see it with you when the time comes!

There is one more thing I have always wanted to ask you but I feel embarrassed! "Lin Xingchen rubbed his hands and looked embarrassed.

"If you have to fart, just fart now!" Uncle Barto blew out a smoke ring and yelled.

"It's like this, I heard from other people that our place is called the Abyss, but why do I hear everyone saying this place is called the Demon Realm? What's going on?" This matter has been bothering me for a long time.

"I can't explain the details, but according to legend, there seemed to be a great man in our Demon World in the past. He changed the name of the Abyss to the Demon World and everyone has been calling it that since then." Being old doesn't necessarily mean you know more, but this news is better than nothing.

Small places have their own advantages. At least their transactions are still the simplest barter. The demon world is not without currency. Their currency is a crystal-like thing called crystal coin.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xingchen followed Jia and the others to the trading market, carrying things in their hands and on their shoulders. The journey took almost two hours. Although Jia seemed a weak devil girl, she had surprisingly good physical strength. On the contrary, it was Lin Xingchen himself who held everyone back because of his injuries.

He secretly drank a bottle of potion to barely keep up with the group. By the time he arrived at the county town, Lin Xingchen was already panting like a dog.

It was really uncomfortable to follow this group of demons who were said to be walking at a normal speed while gasping for air. Looking at the high wall, Lin Xingchen rubbed his eyes and thought he was dazzled.

When did the devil have the idea of ​​building a city and building a wall? Lin Xingchen walked into the county town with great curiosity and thought to himself that he must learn more about it.

The place we went to this time was the square in the county town. Because we arrived early, some places were still empty. Under the command of Uncle Barto, everyone put out their things and waited for people to arrive.

Lin Xingchen couldn't help much at this time. Even if he wanted to lend a hand, he would be rejected. With nothing to do, he said hello to Jia and Uncle Barto and strolled away.

By checking the market environment, you can get a general understanding of the basic situation of the local people. Although it is only one-sided, it is also a good way to integrate into the environment.

According to Uncle Barto, not all demons in the demon world have pointed horns on their heads and long tails, because many demons have become less and less like primitive demons after years of evolution.

People like Lin Xingchen, who don't have any demonic appearance, are generally people of very high status in the demon world. As for people like Jia, who have small pointed horns and a long thin tail, they are destined to be mediocre all their lives.

In the demon world, everything is determined by bloodline and strength. If you don’t have enough strength, you can make up for it through hard work. But if your bloodline is not good, then everything is over.

It is such a simple and brutal law that determines the hierarchy in the demon world. Not only do people not think it is wrong, but they all think it is as it should be.

This made Lin Xingchen, who always liked to use the law or other methods to solve problems, feel out of place. He looked very funny in the eyes of others. The bandages on his chest and abdomen had not been removed yet, and he was wearing an unbuttoned double-breasted jacket on the outside. It was obvious at a glance that he was an injured person.

He originally thought that what he did was a little inappropriate, but after he turned around half a circle, he realized that although there were not many people injured like him, there were still quite a few.

After walking around for a while, Lin Xingchen silently estimated in his mind that they were all very simple daily necessities.

Perhaps it was because of the place he was going to, Lin Xingchen went straight into an obviously high-end place. The person standing guard at the door looked at him and nodded in greeting.

The things inside are much more advanced than those outside. What is traded outside are daily necessities, while what is traded here are things for cultivation.

There were all kinds of weapons and armor, which made Lin Xingchen shake his head constantly. He picked up a dagger and looked at the forging process. Lin Xingchen sighed and put it down again.

"Is this not to your liking, sir? I have some pretty good weapons here." The seller was a demon with a horse-like face and long horns on his head pointing straight up to the sky like an antelope's.

"Take it out and let me see it!" You can't refuse at this time. According to the research during this period, even though the demons look like humans, their violent tempers have not changed at all.

When the horse-faced demon heard what Lin Xingchen said, he quickly took out a wooden box from under the shelf: "Sir, this is a weapon forged by the best blacksmith near us. I can say that there are no more than ten weapons of this quality in the entire market."

The horse-faced man started by praising Lin Xingchen a lot, which aroused Lin Xingchen's interest. But when he opened the box, to be honest, Lin Xingchen was very disappointed.

An ordinary long sword can be about 1.5 meters long from the hilt to the tip of the sword. For demons who are at least 1.8 meters tall, this weapon length is considered good.

He shook the sword in his hand and it probably weighed about 15 pounds. Then he held the sword upright and kept checking the condition of the sword, occasionally stretching out his fingers and tapping it a few times to listen to the sound.

He smiled and put the wooden box back. It was obvious that he did not like it. However, everyone was very satisfied with Lin Xingchen's actions. Both his movements and his focused expression were so natural. Everyone present agreed that he was a warrior who was very demanding on weapons.

"Sir, don't you know what you are dissatisfied with about this sword?" The horse-faced demon picked up the box and although he was disappointed that his treasure of the store could not be sold, he still asked habitually.

"Hmm... How should I put it! This sword is much better looking than the one on your stall, but it is just good looking. I guess this forger is just at the level of an intermediate forger.

Being able to use such fine iron to forge such a...hiss...ah...good-looking long sword is already pretty good!" Lin Xingchen tried to describe it in a more polite tone.

"Master Alba said that this sword of yours is his best masterpiece!" The horse-faced demon was a little dissatisfied. The thing he had obtained with great difficulty was just beautiful in the eyes of this demon.

"Since it's said to be his best masterpiece, then it must be that I don't understand. Please forgive my ignorance and disturbing you." Lin Xingchen looked at the increasing number of people around him and wanted to slip away.

"Wait a moment, sir. Although it may be a bit presumptuous, could you tell me what's wrong with this sword?" Horse-Lian had accumulated enough anger and was about to explode at the slightest disagreement.