The streets of Myriad Tide City were a hundred times more crowded than Lu Changsheng and the others had imagined.
The moment they stepped onto the main street, a boiling clamor of voices surged in from every direction like a tide bursting through a dike, shaking their eardrums until they buzzed. The street was wide enough for ten carriages to travel abreast, yet at this moment it was still packed so tightly with a dark mass of heads that not even water could seep through.
In the sky, streaks of light formed by cultivators rose and fell one after another—some riding swords, some mounted on beasts, some driving puppets—like flocks of migrating birds, weaving into a busy net of light above the city.
Shops lined both sides in dense rows like fish scales and comb teeth. Hawking, shouting, and haggling tangled together, rising and falling in waves, and even the spiritual mist in the air carried a steaming warmth of everyday life.
"Mother of mine..." Shi Jingtian's bell-like eyes went wide as he stared at the shoulder-to-shoulder scene before him, unable to stop himself from cursing. "There are way too damn many people, aren't there? This is even more ridiculous than our Lingxiao Sect's once-every-three-years mountain-opening disciple recruitment. I'm about to get squeezed into a meat patty!"
Tang Shiyin moved forward with graceful lotus steps, leading the way. Hearing him, she smiled gently and explained, "Myriad Tide City has always been one of the three great ancient cities of the Southern Saint Domain. The ancient Spatial Array within the city connects to every major sea region, so on ordinary days countless Martial Artists already come here to transfer. On top of that, now that news of Ghost Island has spread, both the human race and the sea race in the