Thinking of this, Gu Qingfeng's Divine Thought spread like invisible tide, instantly covering the entire Mystic Sky Immortal Realm.
Everything within the Immortal Court realm was reflected in his mind.
In the next moment, Gu Qingfeng stepped forward, his figure seemingly merging into the folds of space, disappearing silently within the vast Immortal Palace.
...
Mystic Sky Immortal Realm, Southern Border, a city named Qingyan.
This city was not large, inhabited by millions of cultivators. The marketplace atmosphere was dense, with shops lining both sides of the streets and the continuous sound of hawking, bargaining, and children playing.
The air was filled with the mixed scent of food, spices, and various goods.
At the entrance of a relatively quiet yet busy alley, there was an inconspicuous meat stall.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his early forties, sturdy and broad-shouldered, wearing a washed-out, slightly greasy coarse short coat.
