Xuanyuan Pavilion

At this moment, all these shops were covered in Restrictions, blooming with dazzling spiritual light of every color. They glittered in the night, illuminating the entire street as brightly as day.

The street teemed with people, nearly all of them cultivators, each seeming to possess considerable cultivation.

Moreover, the street before them was merely the tip of the iceberg of West Market. Looking out, they saw one street of similar scale after another, at least twenty or thirty in all, crisscrossing one another to form an incomparably vast and prosperous marketplace.

In terms of area alone, this marketplace was as large as more than half of Wanqiu City. Every district swarmed with crowds, while its shops and stalls were as countless as stars in the sky. It was far beyond anything Wanqiu City's marketplace could compare to, truly deserving its title as Great Tang's foremost marketplace.

"It truly is flourishing beyond measure. I never imagined West Market would be this prosperous," Shen Luo said with a sigh.

"I heard that when West Market was first established, it was not nearly so large. Only after successive emperors of Great Tang openly and secretly threw their full support behind it, expanding it several times over, did it reach its current scale. It also happened to be the Mid-Yuan Festival carnival, or it would not have been so lively," Xie Yuxin added.

Shen Luo nodded to himself.

It seemed that the Great Tang court was also openly and covertly cultivating immortal practitioners. That was hardly surprising. Cultivators were far beyond ordinary armies; armies could defend homes and protect the nation, but many matters lay beyond their ability to resolve.

Shen Luo might not have understood this in the past, but after experiencing all manner of events from a thousand years later in his