The towering trees cast a shadow that covers the sky, forming rows and rows around the colorful light. Even in broad daylight, the colorful light is dazzling. Beyond the colorful light, a lively market has formed where cultivators exchange goods, creating a bustling scene.

Bai Yi was immediately overwhelmed upon arriving at this place. Everywhere he looked, there were cultivators... flying in the sky, arriving on sword mounts, riding spiritual creatures, and sitting on flying boats. On the ground, there were simply countless people.

Especially, the market initiated by cultivators here captivated Bai Yi's attention.

"Ling grass on sale, ling grass on sale! Five spirit coins for ten stalks of ling grass~"

In ancient times, the ancient jade ornaments and jade stones were sold cheaply for ten spiritual coins.

The lively shoutings made Bai Yi feel as if he was in a bustling city.

As he walked along, Bai Yi couldn't help but be drawn in by the conversation coming from up ahead.

"Hey there, young man, this here is a five-hundred-year-old Lingzhi mushroom. Today, I'm having a huge sale in my little shop, and I'll only charge you ten spirit coins for it. No, no, let's become friends, how about eight spirit coins? Please say something, whether it's alright or not. How about six? Oh dear... young man, I can't go any lower, after all, we're just a small business..."

It was evident that a young man ahead was being harassed by a peddler selling spirit herbs. However, the young man continued on unaffected, ignoring the incessant chatter of the peddler. His all-black outfit looked exceptionally familiar to Bai Yi. He stood frozen in place, was it him...was it that person...

The young man in front seemed to sense something and turned back, but he just casually glanced at the back. Then he turned his head again and looked at the persistent vendor beside him, without changing his expression, he swiftly accelerated and disappeared.

Bai Yi hadn't even had a chance to react when the young man disappeared in a flash. "Make way, please make way," Bai Yi hurriedly pushed through the crowd and chased after him.

"That person who just left, was Mu Zihao, right?"

"Yes, I didn't expect him to come too. I've seen many geniuses."

"Heh, this is quite lively. The Southern Barbarian heritage prohibits anyone below the Golden Core stage from entering, so these small fry are benefiting."

...The bustling sound of discussions echoed all around, but there was still no trace of that person anywhere.

The only thing that Bai Yi could remember was that one name. "Mu Zi He, Mu Zi He, you won't remember me...for sure."

In the vast sea of people, it is not easy to find someone to talk to. However, Bai Yi managed to gather some bits of information about Mu Zihe.

Mu Zihe, the newly appointed candidate of the Tai Zong Sect. A character above the heavens, having only entered the Dao for a little over ten years but has already cultivated the Golden Core. It is unknown what realm he has reached now. His abnormal cultivation speed has caused countless great figures to cast sidelong glances, yet he has a cold and aloof personality, rarely speaking.

After searching for several days without seeing any trace of Muzihe, the time for the transmission to open had arrived. Bai Yi could only helplessly enter first, hoping deep in his heart that he would encounter Muzihe within it.

In this world full of fate, he had no idea why he had to find that Mu Zihe. Maybe it was for that unspoken "thank you," or perhaps it was for some unknown obsession.