After observing the cauldron for a long while, he put away the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron. His profound gaze fell upon the new terrain below. Gale winds blew against his snow-white robes, yet failed to stir him in the slightest.
He stood there quietly, like an ancient statue that had existed since time immemorial, blending into this newborn heaven and earth. Yet he also seemed to be patiently awaiting someone's arrival, or contemplating the lingering Dao resonance left behind by that near-creation-level act of Changing Heaven and Earth.
Time quietly passed amid this silent waiting and invisible enlightenment.
That wait lasted a full three days.
Over those three days, quite a few cultivators from all directions arrived in this region where the terrain had drastically changed. Some rode escape lights, while others traveled aboard flying vessels, wandering ceaselessly through the skies and mountains nearby.
Most wore puzzled, searching expressions. Some discussed matters in low voices, while others spread out their Divine Sense to conduct careful searches.
Clearly, these people had no idea what had happened to the marketplace. They had originally come to trade there, only to find that the marketplace had vanished without a trace. Naturally, they were utterly baffled. After wandering around for a long time, they could only leave resentfully, their hearts full of doubts, never imagining that the entire region containing the marketplace had been forcibly carved out of the Primordial World and "stolen" away.
Aside from these ordinary cultivators who had no idea what was going on, Zhang Shuai also keenly sensed several strands of Divine Sense in the distant clouds and mountain shadows, carrying cold, chaotic auras as they watched him from afar.
They carried the aura of the demon race!
They were merely some weak Heavenly Demons.
Zhang Shuai guessed that these