Near the Gods and Demons Battlefield, they were stopped outside the fortress gates.
This fortress was merely a major rear-area stronghold. It was clear that it had seen little fighting. On her first visit here, Bai Yujun found countless Immortals coming and going—disciples of ancient Aristocratic Clans, wandering Immortals, and even demons.
Rune-carved walls, imposing gates, and former Heavenly Court soldiers in gleaming armor.
Outside the fortress, the Immortals had spontaneously formed a black market for trading. It even carried a touch of bustle and prosperity.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was like a novice, curious about everything.
Bai Yujun glanced at the black market, then at the Immortals lining up for inspection as they waited to enter the fortress. She roughly understood how this scene had come about. It was a feature in itself—experts seeking an opportunity for a breakthrough.
She led Zhang Xiaoyuan slowly into the black market, casually looking over the various stalls.
There were shops glittering with gold and jade, pavilions of simple elegance, and ordinary roadside stalls.
Some put up a tarpaulin for cover, while others simply sat by the roadside and set out their wares.
Some stallholders sat cross-legged on the ground, their faces cold, arms folded across their chests and eyes closed in meditation. They casually spread a cloth before them and laid out their goods. Those who understood would naturally make an offer; those who did not would gain nothing no matter how much was said.
Immortal-style selling, with calmness as the main attraction.
Most of the Immortals who came here were just like the monkey.
They could no longer advance through dry meditation alone, and could only seek a breakthrough amid the life-and-death struggles of the battlefield.
As for the so-called trial battlefields in the various immortal realms, they were not worth mentioning.
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