Lan Si arrived at one of the markets, and he looked around out of curiosity. 

This market was located just outside of a mountain valley, and there were nearly identical booths set up at regular intervals. The occasional shopper would walk through and look through one booth and then another.

“This junior needs to use his cosmic ring!” someone shouted loudly. The void split open a short distance in front of the cultivator, and multiple cosmic rings appeared.

Lan Si’s eyes flashed. This was a trading area, so they could ask to use their cosmic rings in this region. 

This was perfectly normal for the people from the Neoverse, but for Lan Si and the others from the Innerverse, this was their time seeing such a thing occur. And that wasn’t even mentioning how this was the first time the Innerverse had qualified to participate in the contest at the Astral Tower.

Footsteps sounded from behind Lan Si, and an ugly-looking man with a large bearing appeared. “Bro, you must be from the Innerverse.”

Lan Si turned to look at the man. “Is something the matter?”

The large man grinned and stared at the Arbiter. “I never thought that those rumors would actually be true! So people from some primitive place like the Innerverse actually dare to compete for the Astral Tower’s inheritances? How ridiculous!”

Lan Si’s eyes narrowed, but he decided to ignore the man and continue on his way.

The large man moved his body to block Lan Si’s path. “I’m talking to you! Tell me, what’s...