On the stone platform, blood-red halos of light appeared every few dozen feet. Some Cultivators sat cross-legged within the halos, with various treasures for sale displayed before them.
Other Cultivators, wearing masks, simply wandered about.
With Divine Sense blocked in this place, even an ordinary mask was enough to prevent one's identity from being seen through. Coupled with a Concealing Breath Talisman to hide one's cultivation aura, there was no risk of revealing who you were.
Fang Cheng found a mask in his storage pouch, put it on, and began to leisurely stroll through the Ghost Market.
A little over a third of the blood-red halos on the ground were occupied, leaving many empty.
There were few sellers and many buyers.
Everything sold here either had a questionable origin or was being sold by someone who didn't want to flaunt their wealth. As a result, the goods were all rare treasures. There were no Magical Artifacts or Spiritual Medicines below the second tier.
