The imagined danger did not arrive. Clamor rang out without end, yet it was clear that no one was targeting them.
Even so, Su Shi'er did not dare relax his guard.
As his vision gradually recovered, he swiftly looked around, surveying and observing his surroundings.
As far as the eye could see, there was still an exceedingly vast plaza.
Farther off, countless pavilions, towers, and lofty buildings stood in every direction. Flying eaves and vermilion terraces could be seen everywhere, magnificent beyond compare. Compared to the sights he had seen at Bi Yun Xuan, they were no less imposing, perhaps even more so.
Above the buildings, faintly visible array seals circulated, radiating terrifying auras.
Whether in the plaza or among the buildings, countless figures could be seen moving back and forth.
Some wore Daoist robes and magical garments, some wore scholar's robes and caps, while others were draped in kasayas and monk's robes...
Wherever he looked, men and women, young and old alike, all possessed long, steady breaths, their bodies faintly emanating powerful auras.
Neither their cultivation nor their strength was ordinary.
Six or seven out of every ten were Nascent Soul cultivators.
As for Golden Pill Cultivators, it was not that there were none, but their numbers were actually fewer than those of the Nascent Soul cultivators.
Besides the cultivators constantly moving between the plaza and the buildings,
many more sat cross-legged directly in the plaza, with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures spread across the ground before them. From time to time, cultivators passing through the crowd stopped to trade with one another.
From time to time, cultivators standing on flying swords or riding immortal cranes could also be seen soaring through the air among the distant pavilions and vermilion terraces.
With only a distant glance, Su Shi'er's pupils