They called it a place for drinking and gatherings, but it was actually an exchange within the Dusk Phenomenon. People came and went, and Supernatural Practitioners of every race were too numerous to count.
No one cared whether one more person entered or one person left. No matter how extraordinary one was, there was likely someone stronger here. That was common knowledge.
Because in this place where the dead traded with the living, one could see the strongest figures of every era. Only those of truly peerless brilliance were qualified to appear here.
Thus, neither Wang Xuan and Sect Master Zhang nor Fang Yuzhu attracted much attention when they arrived.
Fang Yuzhu wore white, her bearing unrivaled beneath heaven. She did not possess the cold, glamorous aura of an untouchable iceberg; she was dignified and elegant, beautiful beyond compare.
Only when she donned armor and slew enemies did her aura become overwhelmingly powerful and imposing.
Two hundred sixty-nine years had passed, yet her appearance had not changed. She remained graceful and radiant, and because of that, people nearby still looked in her direction again and again.
The exchange was filled with outstanding figures from every era. Cultivation, limit-breaking, and the like—everyone was formidable anyway, making such traits hard to distinguish. Instead, extremely ugly Supernatural Practitioners or exceptionally beautiful people left deeper impressions.
Here, unless one had dominated an era or ranked among the top ten of a certain age, one kept a low profile, too embarrassed to boast about how impressive one had once been.
Fang Yuzhu's looks were exceptionally "combat-capable." Whether there were ethereal Fairies, bewitching Demonesses, or sprites as clear as spring water here, she still stood out. Coupled with the confident aura she had developed as one of the strongest in the Mother Universe, her bearing and