The Martial God Tower.
Ji Yuan hesitated for an instant, then swiftly realized what was happening.
The Martial God Tower—the tower that, until now, only he had been able to enter.
Other people could enter it now!
Had the Martial God Tower been moved back to the Martial God Continent?
Was this what had changed after its return?
His figure gradually solidified before the Martial God Tower, and the scene before him sharpened from a blur.
The muddy path that once led to the tower entrance was gone.
In its place lay a broad square paved with rough, gray-white stone bricks, each three feet to a side.
Figures stood scattered across the square.
Some gathered in groups of three or five and spoke in low voices. Others stood alone before the stone tablets, gazing up at them. Still others had just emerged from the tower gate; their figures flickered and took shape again in the square.
Their auras differed, too.
Some were pure body cultivators, others practiced Dual Cultivation of Dharma and the Body, and a few carried faint traces of Killing Intent—the bearing of people tempered by years of slaughter on the battlefield.
But something else puzzled Ji Yuan most: from the moment he had appeared out of thin air in the middle of the square, not one person had looked his way.
He looked down at his hands. His palms were solid, his fingers moved freely, and the Fire God Spear rested quietly in his right hand.
He was plainly visible, and he was hardly standing in an out-of-the-way spot. Shouldn't these cultivators find it strange?
Even if they didn't, surely someone ought to glance at him.
Yet not a single person did.
Ji Yuan raised his head and swept his gaze across the square once more. After