Before the great hall was a vast, circular plaza. The plaza itself was just as boisterous. Many Cultivators sat on the ground, their stalls laid out before them like those of worldly street vendors.
A continuous stream of Cultivators came and went before these stalls, asking for prices and conversing. Without exception, they were all Cultivators at the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation or Perfection. There were also quite a few at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Of course, in a place like Jingmen City—a frontline camp, a bloody battlefield—Cultivators in the Early or Middle Stages of Qi Cultivation had no way to survive.
He scanned the plaza, and his gaze finally settled on the majestic hall before him.
Seen up close, its majesty was even more shocking.
The stream of people entering and exiting the hall's entrance looked as tiny as ants before the grand structure.
