"Where is this...?"
As cultivators from every corner of the Hundred Spirits Demon Realm converged one by one upon the Rebirth Realm Gate, Wei Tu, who had flown into this place alongside the Phantom-Armed Demon Venerable and the other two, finally landed again amid a bout of dizzying disorientation.
Yet the instant he steadied himself, before he could even make out the scene before him, the spiritual power within his body abruptly vanished. His divine sense, spirit treasures, and everything else likewise disappeared—then, in the blink of an eye, he stood dumbfounded in a bustling marketplace teeming with people, like a mere mortal.
The surrounding crowd instantly pressed in on him, and shoved about, he staggered several steps backward.
"Is this an illusion? Or is a heart demon at work?" Wei Tu froze, feeling the pitifully weak strength in his palms. His face immediately darkened and brightened with uncertainty, tinged with anxiety.
After all, losing one's power was an extremely difficult thing for any cultivator to accept.
All the more so when he was currently in a perilous place like the Rebirth Realm. One misstep could mean death.
However—after calming his mind and once more attempting to sense his surroundings with methods meant to shatter illusions and heart demons, he discovered that it had all been futile.
He remained trapped within this "marketplace," with not a trace of spiritual power in his body, just like a mortal.
And it was at that moment.
The crowd suddenly split apart, opening a broad passage. A galloping horse charged out from within, raising its hooves as it bore down on Wei Tu in the center.
Though it was clearly only the weakest sort of ordinary horse, a thought rose from the depths of Wei Tu's heart: if he did not avoid it, he