"By the look of things, it will probably be a while before the Great Sea Market closes completely."
Inside the market.
Wang Ba and the others tilted their heads slightly, looking up at the enormous "horn mouth" above them, their expressions grave.
The void showed faint signs of distortion, and the edges of the horn had already begun to turn insubstantial.
At its mouth, nervous cultivators still lingered, with people rushing in and flying out from time to time.
It was not just Wang Ba. People kept emerging from many shops in the market, staring in astonishment at the changes to the Great Sea Market's entrance.
Many of them had witnessed the Great Sea Market open and close numerous times, yet had never seen anything like this.
Only the leaders of a very few factions looked uneasy.
Some among them, whether well informed or exceptionally perceptive, had already faintly discerned that an earth-shattering upheaval was taking place in the Great Sea Market.
It might very well be heading toward destruction.
For the Three Realms, this might not be much of a problem, merely a matter of eating more or less.
But for the countless small factions in the Sea of Boundary Turmoil that relied on the Great Sea Market to obtain resources at intervals, it was nothing short of catastrophic news.
"The Sea of Boundary Turmoil is a cage, and its factions are the prisoners inside. The Great Sea Market is like the little food tossed in from outside. Everyone lives on it, and now that food is gone... I'm afraid the Sea of Boundary Turmoil is headed for great turmoil."
Yu Wuhen swept her gaze over the anxious cultivators around them, shook her head slightly, and sighed in a low voice.
She was not compassionate by nature, and was