At the center of the Myriad Laws Market stood the Hall of Wonders. Unlike the bizarre spectacle of the market's outer districts, the interior of the Hall of Wonders was a vast world unto itself. The ceiling bore a flowing Myriad Stars Chart, casting down a clear radiance. Below were no conventional seats, but lotus platforms and cloud couches floating in the void, each shrouded in hazy light to ensure every bidder's privacy. At the center of the hall floated an enormous white jade platform, shimmering with flowing light—the place where auction items were displayed. At this moment, hundreds of figures had already gathered within the hall. Their auras varied in strength, yet without exception, they all exuded the profound air of those long accustomed to power or weathered by countless years. Numerous divine senses secretly intertwined in the void, probing, guarding, scheming, as undercurrents surged.
Primordial Father brought Li Wuyang and Xuan silently onto an inconspicuous lotus platform at the edge of the hall. A halo rose, sealing off the inside from the outside. Father casually set down several restrictions, then sat with abandon, crossed one leg over the other, swept his gaze across the hall, and wore a faintly amused smile.
"Ho, quite a full house. That cloud couch on the left reeking of ghostly qi belongs to Ancestor Ming River of the Nine Nether Great World. He's brought a few disciples and granddisciples; they're probably here for that Yellow Springs Shore Flower. That shining gold one on the right belongs to some Seraph of the Holy Light Divine Realm. His aura is pure, and he doesn't get along with that old ghost from the underworld. Those fellows in the front row covered in flames are the Flame Demon Lords of the Molten Lava Demon Domain... Tsk, tsk.