"Hm? It seemed this formation truly led to the depths of the Immortal Ruins in an instant.
And there were quite a few people on the other end of the formation."
Su Shi'er pondered briefly, then ceased hesitating. His true essence began to circulate, shielding his entire body.
With one step, his figure disappeared into the formation's radiance.
The scene before his eyes shifted in an instant, while countless piercing sounds rang out beside his ears.
It was as though ten million sharp blades had sliced across his body all at once. Even though Su Shi'er had been prepared, the blood and qi within him still churned violently.
Fortunately, the sensation came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.
When his feet touched the ground again, the grayish-white mist around him had already disappeared.
In its place stood a ruined market shrouded beneath several layers of pale yellow light screens.
The market was not particularly large, and there were only several dozen cultivators inside.
Yet without exception, every one of them emanated an obscure, unfathomable aura.
Some had shattered physical bodies and could only barely maintain their forms through secret techniques.
Others had intact bodies, yet their auras were like candles flickering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
There were even several whose bodies still carried traces of extremely faint Immortal Spiritual Qi.
Clearly, even if their cultivation had now fallen, they must once have been beings of the Immortal Realm.
The instant Su Shi'er appeared, countless scrutinizing gazes fell upon him.
"A cultivator from the Cultivation World?"
"Another outsider has entered?"
"At the peak of the mid-stage Tribulation Crossing stage, yet able to reach this place alone. He has some capability."
Low murmurs rose up.
The expressions on everyone's faces varied, but no one stepped