A distant land.
Ancient cities stood scattered about.
Within the Market, only a sparse few buildings remained. The night was pitch-black, and scarcely any cultivators could be seen.
Qi Yuan was shrouded entirely in darkness, making his features impossible to discern.
His divine sense swept across the Market as he muttered.
"There are far too few people in this Market. It is nothing like the Sixth Heaven."
The immortal path of the Sixth Heaven flourished. What Market was not packed to the brim, wreathed in immortal aura?
This place was gloomy and sinister, having fallen into decay long ago.
The Market's roads were neither clean nor orderly.
Broken stone slabs lay scattered in the mud, and a faint stench of urine hung in the air.
The moment Qi Yuan stepped into the Market, ghostly flames flickered ominously ahead.
Suddenly, a short figure appeared, bent over like a hunched old crone. She was wrapped from head to toe in a dull gray robe, with a mask covering her face.
"Young man, are you also going to Tian Kun Strange Land to strike it rich?" The gray-robed female cultivator spoke hoarsely, her voice like friction scraping through a throat, unpleasant to the ear.
Qi Yuan glanced at the female cultivator. "I am going to Tian Kun Strange Land, not to strike it rich."
"This old woman advises you: Tian Kun Strange Land may hold many treasures, but... it also conceals countless dangers. Do not die inside and leave your loved ones grieving." The gray-robed female cultivator spoke in an eerie tone. Standing beside Qi Yuan, she looked like someone at the flickering end of her life, as though she might perish at any moment.
"Thank you for the warning. Do not worry—even if the Sixth Heaven collapses, I will not die." Qi