A distant land.
An ancient city, scattered about.
In the marketplace, there were only a few buildings, and under the pitch-black night, hardly any cultivators could be seen.
Qi Yuan was completely shrouded in darkness, which made it impossible to discern his features.
His Divine Sense swept over the area of the market, and he murmured.
"There are too few people in this marketplace, it doesn't resemble the Sixfold Heavens."
In the Sixfold Heavens where the Immortal Path flourished, which marketplace wasn't filled to brimming, shrouded in immortal mists?
This place was eerily quiet, long fallen into decay.
The roads of the marketplace were not clean nor tidy.
The stone slabs were broken, scattered amongst the mud, and one could faintly detect a stench of urine.
Just as Qi Yuan stepped into the marketplace, there was a ghostly fire flickering ahead in the gloom.
