After entering the Floating Island, Lin Ke immediately released his divine sense and mental power to sweep the surroundings.
He detected neither the presence of any cultivators nor any trace of treasure.
After a moment of contemplation, he closed his eyes again and activated the Dragon Eye above his head to survey his surroundings.
He searched for any sign of the Dragon Pearl, but this, too, yielded nothing.
Fortunately, the spiritual qi within this space had clearly been filtered. It contained no overly dense fire element, so he did not need to expend his own spiritual qi to refine it.
It could therefore genuinely replenish his spiritual qi.
Zong Ya's breathing was weak, so Lin Ke carried her straight into the Tower, where cool, dry air greeted him.
The Tower's entire first floor appeared to be a reception hall, packed with seats and service windows.
Judging by the plaques,
This floor alone had a spirit stone exchange, an Outer Sect disciple stipend counter, a spirit beast and Spirit Being appraisal counter, a natural treasure barter counter, and a Spirit Being auction counter.
It seemed to be a place where Dragon Clan Cultivator disciples responsible for raising spirit beasts and cultivating spirit plants traded goods.
Its scale made its former splendor easy to imagine.
The place certainly looked impressive, but an eerie atmosphere hung over it.
He wondered whether it was because no wind or sand from outside had weathered it.
There was not a speck of dust inside the Tower...
That was it-the cultivators inside the Tower seemed to have vanished in an instant. Or rather, the Tower seemed to have stopped operating only a short while ago.
The open registers at the counters, the lists of Spirit Beings awaiting auction, and even the dried red-spotted fish for cultivators to