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.
