Chaos erupted across the sky, thunderous roars shaking the four fields as the entire Corridor Gu market plunged into turmoil.
Yet Zhou Feng, standing at the heart of the storm, grew ever calmer and steadier.
He made no rash move. Instead, he immediately reined in his aura, while the Sky Swallowing Gu silently lay dormant within him. All spiritual energy fluctuations were cut off, and he concealed himself completely within the shadows of the chaotic crowd, standing still and watching coldly.
At this moment, more than ninety percent of the cultivators in the market had made the exact same choice as him.
There was panic, there was agitation, yet not a single person attacked recklessly or fled in blind terror.
Everyone tightly suppressed their Gu insects and techniques, obediently remaining where they stood and observing the iron rule that had circulated through the Black Market for centuries.
Only a tiny handful of violent, audacious Rogue Cultivators and hidden thieves erupted into action amidst the chaos, smashing stalls, looting scattered secret treasures, and trying to make a fortune from the disorder.
The next instant, the Black Market's hidden safeguard rules abruptly activated.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Anyone who took the initiative to attack and provoke conflict saw the Self-walking Gu attached to their body instantly turn transparent and shatter, dissolving into specks of dust. Having lost the support that let them glide soundlessly beneath their feet, their figures were suddenly exposed.
At the same time, the Luminous Gu swirling overhead all withdrew in unison. The layers of azure-blue wing powder that had cloaked them peeled away, and every effect concealing their aura or blocking detection was instantly wiped clean.
There was even a special type of Gu insect that marked these troublemakers.
At this moment, anyone who dared act within the Black