The Trading Fair Begins

Space Town was not particularly large. Though several ancient streets crisscrossed through it, the crowds flowing through the town were remarkably dense, and every passing figure was a powerful expert with a deep, restrained aura.

Any one of these people would have been a supreme existence capable of intimidating an entire region in the outside world. Yet here, they were as ordinary as common peddlers and laborers in the mundane world, so commonplace that they could not stir the slightest ripple.

After safely storing the Seven-Colored Raw Stone in his Storage Ring, Xiao Ling lost all interest in continuing his stroll. Following a vague inner sense, he headed straight toward his destination. Before long, his steps came to a steady halt at the end of a long street.

This was already the edge of Space Town. The bustling clamor from before had long since vanished, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the faint sound of the wind passing by.

Amid that silence stood a solitary ancient pavilion. Its mottled wooden pillars were covered in marks left by time, while an ancient, weathered aura slowly spread from deep within. It seemed to have endured the washing of countless ages and yet remained eternal. Simply standing there, it exuded a majesty that made others afraid to offend it.

Two gray-robed elders stood before the ancient pavilion's entrance. Their faces were expressionless, their bodies upright like ice sculptures that had not melted for years. They had not moved in the slightest from beginning to end, yet a vast and powerful Dou Qi fluctuation faintly seeped from their bodies. Like slumbering beasts, they made every passerby's heart turn solemn.

Anyone could sense that these two elders, who merely served as gatekeepers, were already Six-star Dou Zuns! Such strength would have