Landing

Currently, within a crowded airport, two men were walking side by side with luggage rolling behind them as they chatted.

Both of these people were Patrick and Lester and today they seemed to be looking a tad bit different.

The airport was busy, as there were crowds of people walking to and from their respective gates. Strangely, the sight within this airport was like no other. People with swords, axes, knives, and even bows on their back, walked around the airport talking, and not a single security person here to stop them.

Cultivation Island constructed this airport, and they had just landed.

A few days have passed since the binturong incident, and Lester has healed already. The battle with the Binturong left a lasting impression within Lester's mind as he knew he definitely needed to improve his prowess if he wanted to continue his survival. The world was not gonna wait for him to get stronger.

Both men were wearing robes, Patrick wore a dark orange loose robe which he had prepared beforehand as he knew his goal was becoming a cultivator from the very beginning.

Lester on the other hand wore a dark gray robe with a black elastic belt around his waist. The robe was quite short going down to his knees as beneath it he wore loose dark gray fitting pants which were tucked into black boots. These were not his, to begin with and instead it was his father's.

His father traveled around the world collecting artifacts, and memorabilia of places he enjoyed and loved, this robe just happens to be one of them.

In fact, Lester wasn't too keen on wearing these, to begin with, however, cultivators around the world caught on to this dressing style as a little over half wore something like this. If one were to look around this airport, they would notice people wearing different kinds of robes all around.

Lester also had to admit, these robes were quite comfortable and easy to move around in, hence why although he wasn't keen on wearing it, he wasn't too opposed as it only took a bit of convincing from Patrick to wear it.

Robes in this era were also synonymous with cultivators, however, since the Cultivation Island was established, every cultivator within their ranks received a badge which gave them the identification of a cultivator.

Lester and Patrick walked down the halls of the airport chatting as they passed many strange-looking people.

"Dude we are surrounded by them! We are one of them now!" Patrick's eyes were dazzling as he was.

Lester was quite happy as well, he had finally made the step needed to become a cultivator. He was a little hard on himself as he felt like he let fear get in the way of him becoming a cultivator sooner. However, he was content at the moment, and he excited for the future, especially with these newly gained memories.

As they walked a few people would look at Lester due to the small gem on his glabella but when there were people walking around with cat ears, three eyes, and tattoos on their faces, Lester wasn't that special when it came to odd looks. Cultivators would look odd sometimes, it was part of cultivation.

"Yeah… Once we sign up and receive our identification badge, we are officially cultivators who represent Earth." Lester said slowly.

"Mhm, well at least they're not like the sects and schools that have popped up on earth. From what I read they don't bind you, they just ask you to take missions defending parts of the world in exchange for certain privileges. But since we have the power to save lives, why wouldn't we? The privileges are just an added bonus!" Patrick spoke logically as Lester nodded.

Patrick was right. Many factions were erected in different countries, promising to teach and guide in cultivation, and although some of these were backed by the government who so happened to get their hands on some techniques, others were started by individuals cultivators with certain clouts, like the Boulder Brawler and his Great Boulder School.

"Look at this, the airport is not even that shabby!" Patrick raised his arm as he waved around.

"Yeah shocking they developed this whole island in such a short amount of time." Lester agreed with Patrick.

The airport was indeed not too shabby, with its almost full glass walls that were large enough to make the ceilings feel nonexistent as it was quite high.

"Swoosh!"

A gust of wind blew past them as they approached a door shrouded by sunlight.

As they exited the airport, a small city was exposed. The area around them was full of grass, some roads leading to the city and certain trees spread out here and there. The ground was surprisingly flat all the way to the city, and unsurprisingly, all around there was nothing but cultivators, chatting, and living life.

Lester did notice the lack of vehicles, and normal human beings, however, he did notice certain individuals patrolling as they wore skin-tight suits that had a leathery shoulder patch as well as arm guards and leg guards. On their back there was a shooting star, flying above a globe. They seemed to be part of the island.

As they take a moment to glance towards the city, they feel their heart shake slightly as they felt excitement oozing through their veins.

"Let's go," Lester said, as both men began to make their way towards the city which wasn't too far away from them.