At this moment, Initial Ground bustled with people of all ages and genders. Sword-bearing cultivators sat in meditation, vendors hawked their wares, and even striking young men and women were engaged in duels.
The cries of vendors and shouts from duels rose and fell one after another, creating a lively scene much like a real marketplace. It was hard to imagine that this was a realm constructed from spiritual power, yet it felt utterly real.
This was a place for cultivators in the Blood Moving Realm to temper themselves and exchange insights. Cultivators of higher realms would be suppressed to the Blood Moving Realm upon entering Initial Ground.
There were many people here. The moment Ji Hao entered, he drew quite a few gazes. He stood proudly, young and handsome, with black hair cascading down his back and a radiant presence. He resembled an Emperor, making it difficult not to attract attention.
One look was enough for people to know that he had to be an extraordinary talent among men, carrying an exceptional air of nobility. He was not someone ordinary people could afford to offend.
Several young women stood stunned, their beautiful eyes gleaming as they looked at Ji Hao. They had never seen such an incomparably handsome man in their lives.
"Could he be a young master from some great faction, or perhaps even the Human Emperor of an ancient kingdom?"
Several men wore extremely grave expressions. Though their realms were not high, their judgment was remarkable. This man might be young, but his majesty was as oppressive as a prison. He was clearly someone who had long occupied a position of authority.
They knew that although this place was Initial Ground, quite a few important figures often came here.
Still, most gazes lingered only briefly before moving