This place was extraordinarily lush and prosperous.
Powerful gods of every race set up stalls and walked about here.
The weakest among them were all eighth-order, while many ordinary figures were Ninth-Order Dao Attainers.
A white-haired old man was running a stall. Clay figurines filled it, yet there was no business in this corner. When he saw Xu Zhi and the others approaching, his eyes lit up. "Did you come out of the Inner Space?"
"How do you know we didn't ascend from below our feet?" Medusa asked with a smiling face, pointing downward.
"Hahaha, those who ascend from the lower realm are incredible—ancient, great cosmic beings who have become saints and patriarchs. Even in the Ancient and Modern Universe, they would rank among the most illustrious heroes of all time. No one has come up in our region for who knows how long. The patriarchs each control their own territories below. Basically, the moment someone breaks through in the lower realm, the other patriarchs descend in advance to kill them. Even if someone is lucky enough to make it up here, they would only have a single ultimate Dao. How could they dare swagger around and stroll here? Aren't they afraid other beings will butcher them?"
The old man had a ruddy complexion and the bearing of an immortal, with a pair of large ears. He was quite talkative. "Everyone here is descended from ancient beings. I am the descendant, separated by countless generations, of the seventh child of the patriarch of Su Feng City. And you? You clearly just came out of a subspace, didn't you?"
It seemed that their region contained quite a few sects and towns.
This was precisely the outer perimeter of an ancient being's dojo.
According to the old man, that ancient cosmic being