Chapter 3628 - Orderly Race
Tianming laughed at how ridiculous this world was. The specters' desperate expressions told him that, while they were foundationeers, they were at the bottom rung of the ladder in God Domain One. No doubt, they were the least talented of them all. Tianmingopolis' standard for talent was no doubt higher than the specters here, even though they were level one or two foundationeers.
"Even the normal saints of Myriadpath Valley would be able to defeat them with a few levels of handicap." Tianming could tell that these specters were like the silverfoxes he had encountered in the Xenoabyss, like Auntie Hua. They didn't have any talent for cultivation. "I wonder if people here also suffer from xeno fatigue."
As he thought that, he suddenly heard a commotion from ahead. "Wow!" A gigantic palace seemed to be moving toward them.
"Is that a divine astralship?! Wait, no!" It was actually just a palace! The reason it was moving was that there were ten thousand specters lifting the entire thing like a palanquin! It was truly a wild sight to behold.
Every one of those palace lifters were specters with the same purple eye pattern on their backs. The eyes seemed to be monitoring their every move. From how worn out they appeared, the palaces were indeed rather heavy and comparable to astralships in mass. It was rather hard work for apparently elite foundationeers to do something like that.
All of a sudden, the eyes on their backs turned toward Tianming. The palace stopped and all the specters looked up in a daze at the three. Then the door of the palace opened and a beautiful female specter of the fox variety stepped out; she truly looked like an alluring vixen. There was a group of white figures within the palace, but Tianming couldn't quite tell what they were.
"Halt," said the female specter. The way she behaved suggested that she was cherished and well cared for.
"Little Mo, be nice to our guests," said a hollow voice from within the palace.
"Yes, Lord Muhu!" Mo respectfully bowed before turning back to Tianming, noticing Moran, and speaking with a softer tone. "Greetings, honored guest. Lord Muhu has taken an interest in your slave. Are you willing to part with her for an adequate price?"
Zi Zhen and Moran both froze.
"Am I the guest?" Moran asked Tianming.