The staff member led Cedric deeper into the secondary trading section, where the atmosphere gradually shifted from extravagant luxury to something more practical and grounded. The dazzling displays of top-tier goods were replaced by more modest yet functional items.Before them, rows of holographic projections shimmered into existence. Each projection displayed a different model of a small spacecraft, rotating slowly in midair, accompanied by streams of detailed data such as speed, defense rating, energy consumption, structural integrity, and maintenance history.Cedric's gaze sharpened as he stepped forward and started observing each model carefully. This was the first time he was going to own a spaceship, and he wanted to be meticulous. His eyes moved from one projection to another, silently comparing their strengths and weaknesses.Noticing Cedric's attention lingering on a compact silver vessel for a long time, the staff member started explaining, "Sir, this model here is a K-17 L

After entering Frost Wind City and walking through several bustling streets, Cedric gradually slowed his pace.He wanted to find Riven here. After all, Riven had told him that he would visit the Frost Wind City and likely stay there for a long time.However, the noise of the crowd, the constant flow of people, and the overlapping auras of countless cultivators made it clear that finding someone in such a place would not be easy. Rather than rushing blindly, he decided to first settle down and gather information.Before long, a large inn came into view.The building stood prominently at the corner of a wide intersection, its structure towering above the surrounding shops. Its exterior was built from dark, polished stone, with faint spiritual patterns carved into its pillars. A wooden plaque hung above the entrance, its characters glowing softly, giving off a welcoming aura. The constant movement of people entering and leaving made it obvious that this was one of the more popular establ

"Creak."William Zane's fists clenched so tightly that a faint cracking sound echoed. His entire body trembled with anger; his face turned ashen, and veins bulged visibly across his forehead.To him, this situation was nothing short of humiliation. It was as if a wealthy man, long accustomed to rare delicacies, had grown bored of them—only for those very words to be overheard by a starving beggar who had struggled his entire life just to taste a single bite.What one discarded so casually was something another could never hope to attain. How could he not feel enraged?"Riven, on what grounds did you reject Selyara? Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to do that?" William Zane's voice rose sharply, filled with fury. "People like you don't deserve to join the Azure Alliance!"His anger erupted without restraint, his words sharp and unforgiving.Victor could only sigh inwardly, his face filled with helplessness. He understood William Zane's emotions. After all, anyone in h

After defeating William, a faint smile formed on Riven's lips as he stood upright. His breathing was steady despite the injuries on his body. Then he spoke, "Brother William, whether or not I am qualified to join the Azure Alliance is not something you can decide."His tone was neither arrogant nor humble, but carried an undeniable confidence that struck directly at William's pride."I… I haven't lost!"William gritted his teeth, his face twisted with unwillingness. He struggled to support himself against the wall, his arms trembling as he forced his body upright. His legs shook slightly, but he refused to fall again, clinging stubbornly to his dignity."Alright, William. Let's end this here."Daniel stepped forward at this moment, waving his hand lightly as he intervened. His voice was gentle, yet carried an authority that could not be ignored. He had already seen enough.Anyone with a discerning eye could clearly tell the outcome. Continuing the fight would only lead to further humi

While the group continued their cautious advance through the mist-laden forest, their figures gradually disappearing into the dense white haze, another presence approached the valley from a completely different direction.Far beyond the winding canyon paths and the blood-stained trails left by countless cultivators, a lone figure walked steadily across the barren outskirts of the Mist Valley.Cedric had finally arrived.The land before him stretched wide and desolate, as if the world itself had been drained of life. The sky above was a dull gray, covered by thick clouds that refused to part, casting a perpetual gloom over the region.A faint wind blew across the terrain, carrying with it a chilling cold that seeped into the bones. Mixed within that wind was a strange, metallic scent.It was the scent of blood.Cedric stopped walking.His eyes lifted slowly, fixing upon the distant entrance of the Mist Valley.From afar, the valley appeared like a massive maw carved into the earth, its