When everyone stepped into the peach tree's shadow.
What they saw was an entirely different scene from the Yang World.
Dim.
Or rather, murky.
This place, whose buildings were identical to those of East Cang Market, was shrouded in the murk of winter mist. There was no sunlight, only moonlight that had pierced layer upon layer of clouds and become blurred beyond recognition.
Netherworld Market was primarily a place for beings active in this world as Soul Essence or spirit souls to trade. Protected by the moonlight of Goddess Wangshu, not only could souls come and go freely, but the living could walk here as well.
Building a market was already a rare opportunity.
Building a Netherworld Market was even rarer. Everyone looked around curiously, sensing the spiritual energy environment here, so utterly different from that of the Yang World.
"I heard that all the Netherworld Realms under our control are governed by Ancestor Wangshu herself." Chen Mo gazed at the heavens, as though trying to see through the pale moonlight above the clouds.
The phantom of his Soul Essence and Primordial Spirit flickered around him as he absorbed the spiritual energy of the moonlight.
The moonlight of the Netherworld Realm also nourished the Primordial Spirit.
The Netherworld Market's main business was trading all manner of goods, followed by renting out and leasing cave dwellings and courtyards.
"So I've heard."
Li Ye did not look at the moonlight much. He always felt that this moonlight seemed especially lively around him, as though it were eagerly rushing to pour its power into his body.
It was probably Elder Wangshu's favor.
But he had been busy constructing the market lately and had no time at all to plant Silver Moon Grass. Even if Elder Wangshu was urging him because she wanted some