Xu Zimo roughly glanced around. The shops on both sides sold all kinds of things.
There were taverns, blacksmith shops, herb shops, and more.
The street was rather long, stretching along the canyon into the distance.
"Is this where the Divine Race Remnants live?" Xu Zimo asked.
"When I was here before, it was still quite desolate. I never expected it to have changed so much now," Jiuyou said wistfully.
"Where is the clan chief of you Divine Race Remnants?" Xu Zimo asked.
Jiuyou looked around and said, "I'll take you straight to the forbidden ground. They're probably there."
Though the surrounding remnants found Xu Zimo and the others unfamiliar, they did not think much of it.
After all, the number of remnants was growing larger and larger. They could not possibly know everyone.
After passing through several streets, they encountered more and more remnants the deeper they went.
At the very center was a marketplace, where the remnants conducted their trade.
The place looked exceedingly lively, with people constantly coming and going. The oval-shaped marketplace was roughly a thousand meters long.
"Back then, the clan chief and the others would still distribute cultivation supplies. Now, we have to obtain everything ourselves," Jiuyou explained from the side.
"From appearances alone, remnants are no different from ordinary humans. We often blend into human society and live among them."
The place was bustling with activity. Some people were selling swords they had acquired.
Others dragged enormous demon beast corpses past them at an unhurried pace.
The history of the Divine Race had vanished long ago. It was not only the human race that had been searching for it; in truth, these remnants had never stopped either.
They would bring some Divine Race relics they no longer needed here to sell. In short,