There were many powerful figures roaming the Heavenly River. It could be said that the Heavenly River was the greatest secret realm in the starry universe, without equal. Even Supremes often came here in search of treasures. Over time, someone came up with the idea of building trading posts on Heavenly River islands that had already been explored. After all, what you did not need might be needed by someone else; you could exchange what you did not need for what you did. That way, everyone was happy.
Of course, trading posts did not necessarily have people around all the time. The Heavenly River was simply too vast, and there were many trading posts. The powerful figures venturing here would not necessarily appear at the same time, so if one was unlucky, one might arrive at a trading post only to find not a single person there.
There was another possibility as well: greed stirred by wealth. Every year, a great many powerful figures did not die at the hands of water monsters, but at the hands of other powerful figures instead.
Such things were commonplace.
But everyone had long since grown used to it. In the starry universe, the weak were prey to the strong. It was not only the Heavenly River; other places were just as unsafe. The only things that could keep one safe were strength, caution, and a measure of luck.
"No one."
Ye Chen's group of five had not been very lucky. This island was completely deserted, and the great hall once used for trading was covered in dust, as though no one had come here in a long time.
After casually looking around, Ye Chen frowned slightly. Just now, he had vaguely sensed a trace of fluctuating formation power.
With a hint of vigilance,