The sun shone brightly that day, with not a cloud for ten thousand miles.
Bai Yan walked through Ju Ding City and, before long, arrived before a building in the northern part of the city.
It was a five-story tower, unremarkable within Ju Ding City—indeed, quite ordinary.
Yet this place was one of the largest trading venues in Ju Ding City at present.
Within Ju Ding City were several hundred thousand Abyssal Race members, over a million Soul Clan people, and even a small number of people from other races dependent on the Abyssal Race.
In their usual battles, everyone plundered resources or received various rewards from above.
Everyone had resources they did not need and had to trade them with others for what they required.
This tower was one of Ju Ding City's many current trading venues.
It belonged to no one, and no one managed it. People simply came here of their own accord to trade.
It was usually quite lively here, with Abyssal Race members and Soul Clan people frequently coming to trade.
Bai Yan entered the tower. The First Layer was spacious, covering an area roughly several thousand zhang across. There were quite a few Abyssal Race members and Soul Clan people inside, more than two hundred in total.
However, these people were not highly cultivated. Most were low-level Heaven-Splitting Realm or Heavenly Rift Realm Middle Stage cultivators, with Soul Clan people making up the greater number.
"Bai Yan, you came too!"
The moment Bai Yan entered the tower, a voice rang out.
Bai Yan turned to look and saw Pavilion Master Wuyu, the master of the Eighth Soul Pavilion where he had once belonged. Back then, he had served under Pavilion Master Wuyu.
In truth, Pavilion Master Wuyu's original body had fallen in the Heavenly