Soon.
Dusk fell.
Since there were no villages in front and no shops behind, everyone decided to rest overnight in the Dao arena, awaiting the opening of the Golden Pond the next day.
By nightfall, some had set up tents, while others used Spiritual Artifacts to form a small palace for cultivation.
Ye Xuan wasn't shy, and with a flip of his hand, a small house appeared in his palm, the size of a palm.
Ye Xuan tossed it toward the clearing and blew on it.
Boom!
Then, a large hall appeared, connected together.
A full fifteen halls, joined together, forming a complex of palaces.
This immediately made some of the geniuses living in tents stick their heads out; seeing Ye Xuan and others approach the palace complex, they practically went mad with envy.
"Damn it, why do even those folks from the Emperor Immortal Sect have mobile palaces?"
