Fang Yun was not especially large, and his aura was only at the Fifth Realm. The Sand Boat also concealed the power of the Sacred Way, making it look like nothing more than an ordinary vessel for crossing water.
Each nearby member of the Water Race merely glanced at Fang Yun before going about their own business. No one paid him any particular attention.
Fang Yun slowly traveled through this city formed from hollowed-out undersea mountains, his powerful divine sense gathering every sound.
According to Dragon Race records, Tail-Horn City was merely an outpost for observing the Starfall Sea, occasionally serving as a resting place and transfer station for passing members of the Water Race. It had been rather desolate.
But now, it had changed greatly. Many residences had been converted into shops.
Still, it retained the style of most races in the Myriad Worlds: chaotic and disorderly, nothing like the neat orderliness of a Human Race settlement.
Although shops stood everywhere, more than half the various races still set up stalls along both sides of the streets.
There were Demon King Squids selling strange and bizarre fish, Mouse Clan members selling minerals with raw ore in hand, Shell Clan members displaying heaps of broken weapons before them, Turtle Clan members peddling large quantities of tortoise shells, octopuses selling all kinds of information, Emperor Realm experts recruiting teams to explore the Starfall Sea...
Every kind of race imaginable was present.
Because many races were enormous, and their treasures were likewise huge, many stalls often occupied a vast area.
The seabed had originally been very dark, but luminous pearls were everywhere here. To the eyes of Kings and Emperor Realm experts, it was as bright as day, though it looked like twilight on the Saint Origin Continent.
Fang Yun moved forward