Night fell. Under the glow of lamps flickering with a faint luminescence, the massive island glittered like a field of stars. The interplay of darkness and light created a beautiful sight.
The streets were bustling. The cultivators coming and going could not hide the stench of blood on them, and they all radiated a palpable Evil Qi.
The streets were lined with shops, but also with a disorderly array of market stalls.
As Chu Mu strolled down the street, he examined the wares at the stalls with great interest. The other cultivators on the street subconsciously restrained their auras and respectfully stepped aside, clearing a path for him.
The wares at the stalls were all more or less the same. A wide variety of Demon Beast bodies were on display, some dismembered into flesh, bone, and Demon Souls, others laid out as complete Demon Bodies.
Amid the clamor and prosperity of the marketplace, there was a jarring and bloody spectacle everywhere.
