Ning Yunmiao and Reacher got off the ship, while Song Yan stood by the window made of a crystal light dome, silently observing the distance.
The place he stood was at the edge of this market, and the entire market... had already completely surpassed his understanding of a "market."
Dense black material flecked with golden stones formed fragmented rafts. These rafts were extremely large, each almost the size of a city in the Mortal World. Fortunately, the cultivators here had vast divine senses; otherwise, what would meet the eye would not be a bustling market but an empty, sparsely populated "ghost street."
In the air above the bustling market floated "red lanterns," each resembling a small sun, emitting a soft light. Although this place was the void, it was very bright, akin to midday in the Mortal World.
In the gaps between the rafts, dense moss that devoured light grew, making the ground exceptionally dark.
Song Yan could not discern why the moss could exist in the void, but he could determine that the "golden stones" were actually high-purity Profound Yellow Material. However... compared to the fragmented black material, the high-purity Profound Yellow Material seemed merely third-rate.
Thinking of what Ning Yunmiao had said, Song Yan murmured to himself, "Star Rafts, could it be that each of these rafts is crafted from an entire realm?"
Looking again, he saw these star rafts patched and temporarily connected together in a way that reminded him of the small rafts used in rivers and lakes in the Mortal World for mundane trade.
When arriving, they gathered into a bustling market, and when departing, they scattered like birds, leaving only ripples in the sea.
Such a simple trading model yet presented before Song Yan in a grander, more astonishing form, making him realize how the "Myriad Swords Star Realm," "Vast Sea Celestial Strange Sword Palace" were worlds far beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he actually felt a bit of the nervousness akin to a mortal first entering an Immortal Sect.
But suddenly, a strong sense of vigilance surged within him.
If such a terrifying world exists, wouldn’t he be as insignificant as an ant in front of the enigmatic elder named Ning Daozhen?
Who would grant an Ascension Order to an ant?
What has Ning Daozhen seen in him?
Truly, all he could offer was the "Remaining Life Dao Fruit."
"Could it be for the Remaining Life Dao Fruit?"
In his original world, Song Yan had never heard of Dao Fruit, but in this terrifying new world, he couldn’t help but think this way.
Otherwise, if they are not after any treasure, why give him an opportunity?
It makes no sense.
Yet soon, he became puzzled once more.
If Ning Daozhen truly detected the aura of Dao Fruit on him, why not just capture him and then either refine him or throw him into an alchemy furnace to make pills?
If Ning Daozhen needed him to walk into a trap willingly, it wouldn’t seem realistic.
First, it was unnecessary; second, it was uncertain.
Because even he himself, when he actually saw this Nine Cranes Ancient Bronze Ship, didn’t expect he’d escape using such a method. The many dangers he encountered on the path of cultivating profound, each was a brush with death. Not just Ning Daozhen, even if he were to reassess, he’d feel... if it happened again, he might not be lucky enough to survive.
"So what exactly is going on?"
Song Yan couldn’t quite comprehend it for a moment and could only murmur to himself: "In any case, this Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace looks like a righteous sect. After taking the Nine Nether Blood Lotus Soup and showing a repentant side, I gained Ning Yunmiao’s favor.
So, let’s follow this path for now, and take it a step at a time.
Perhaps, the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace is indeed a good sect, but... I absolutely cannot preemptively think this way, otherwise, I would be extinguishing what little chance of survival I have."
He sighed softly, and his mood instantly relaxed.
Only death, what is there to be nervous about?
And death, he had faced many times before. Although he luckily survived until now, who knows when he might fall completely.
He had prepared for this.
But then again, whoever wanted to kill him, he would definitely drag that person down with him; if he couldn’t, at least he would fiercely bite once; if he couldn’t even bite, then he’d preemptively self-destruct, blowing everything he could to the utmost.
If a weak person doesn’t claw and gnash, showing a desperate, reckless spirit, how can they survive?
"Brother Song seems very happy."
Hua Linglong somehow stood beside him.
Song Yan, although thinking of crazy things in his heart, had a relaxed smile on his face.
Upon hearing this, he responded with an "oh" as if coming back to himself, and replied, "It’s just that coming to the starry sky, I feel the world I see has suddenly expanded, filled with emotion. Then thinking about how many magnificent sights await in the future, of course, I’m happy."
Hua Linglong also smiled.
Song Yan said, "You seem very happy too."
Hua Linglong replied, "To be amidst the stars, like an ant seeing the vast sea for the first time, how could I not be happy?"
Song Yan laughed out loud.
Celestial Venerable, what kind of person is that?
His lifebound character is "Vengeance"!
To comprehend the existence of vengeance, how much blood has stained his hands, he can no longer imagine.
Innocent and harmless, in white clothes and skirts, with a pitiable appearance, hides a bloodthirsty monster no less than him, nor less than Di Cunxin.
At this moment, another voice came from not far away.
"This scene is indeed wonderful. Since I broke through Profound Yellow and visited a similar market once, this is the first time, and it indeed evokes strong emotions."
Di Cunxin strode over.
Song Yan moved aside, putting some distance between them.