The spatial town wasn't very large, with only a few ancient streets intersecting, yet the people here were numerous—each one a powerful individual, among the elite if located outside. However, within this town, they were as common as cabbage leaves. Xiao Yan and his companions followed the old doctor through several ancient streets, passing by the abundant goods along the way without pausing. They continued straight toward their destination, eventually coming to a halt at the end of one street. This area clearly marked the town's terminus, with the surroundings now quiet and open, no longer bustling as before. Here, an ancient pavilion stood proudly, exuding a sense of timeless grandeur that seemed to endure forever, leaving no one to underestimate it. Outside this ancient pavilion, two elderly figures dressed in gray robes stood motionless, their faces expressionless—like statues. Yet their bodies radiated a powerful aura of battle energy, subtly pulsing outward from within, creating a sense of solemnity and awe. These two guards alone had reached the rank of Six-Star Battle Sovereign—a level so exceptional that even within the Tianming Sect or the current Xingyin Pavilion, they would be honored as distinguished guests. This clearly demonstrated the high caliber of the space trade forum. The old pharmacist smiled slightly. Without the trust of the three major sects, who were entrusted to host the spatial trade fair, he would never have received such an invitation. And back in his day, he had been a regular patron here—securing an invitation would have been quite straightforward. Xiao Yin and the others nodded in agreement—indeed, this place was no ordinary destination. As soon as the old pharmacist finished speaking, he strode directly toward the main gate, flicked his finger, and a beam of red light shot out from his sleeve, striking the two elderly figures, who caught it firmly and transformed it into a crimson jade scroll. "Please—" Upon receiving the red light, the two stoic elders' faces subtly stirred. Their cloudy eyes scanned the group, and then they slightly inclined their heads, sweeping their sleeves with a gesture. Four black streaks darted toward Xiao Yin and his companions, hovering before them—revealing a dark, brocade cloak. "Those who enter usually conceal their identities, for the saying goes: 'wealth should not be displayed openly.' This item is specially crafted by the three great sects and offers protection against others' detection..." The elderly pharmacist smiled, then fastened his cloak over himself, completely covering his figure. Seeing this, Xiao Yan and his companions quickly did the same. "Let's go..." The pharmacist smiled and then stepped forward, leading the way into the ancient hall. Xiao Yan and his companions followed closely behind. A group of people walked along the corridor within the pavilion for about a few minutes before finally stopping in front of a bronze gate. The elder also paused, bowed slightly to the herbal master, and then quietly withdrew without uttering a single word. "This is our destination," the herbal master murmured softly, and then gently pushed open the ancient bronze gate. A faint glow radiated from within. The herbal master did not flinch, stepping forward and entering with a steady stride. Xiao Yan and his companions followed suit, their eyes narrowing as the initial brightness gradually faded. Soon, a grand hall of roughly half a square plaza came into view. Inside the hall, several stone benches were already occupied by figures dressed in black cloaks, their faces concealed. As with Xiao Yan and his party, no one knew the identities of these guests. The arrival of Xiao Yan and his companions drew a few glances, which then quickly shifted away. However, Xiao Yan sensed that some eyes were quietly and repeatedly scanning them, as if trying to spot any flaws that might reveal their identities. "Let's just be quiet and wait a bit. The trading session should begin soon..." The old pharmacist spoke softly, then fell into quiet. Yet Xiāo Yīn could sense that the old man was now slowly scanning the entire room, as if trying to determine the backgrounds of these people. As for Xiāo Yīn himself, he couldn't assist much in this. With his peak eight-star strength, he was undoubtedly strong when compared to others outside—yet here, there were surely at least as many people surpassing him as there were fingers on one hand. So he simply chose to remain still, not wanting to draw attention and possibly create unnecessary complications. Under the old pharmacist's observations and the quiet presence of Xiāo Yīn and his companions, nearly two hours passed without a sound. Throughout this time, one after another, figures dressed in black cloaks entered the hall, until eventually, the room appeared to be filled with no fewer than a hundred people. "Hmm…" As Xiao Yan waited with growing boredom, the Yao Elder suddenly exhaled softly. Only then did he turn his head and speak in a low tone, "Did you detect anything?" "Ah, I've got some good news—seems like a few familiar faces have arrived," the Elder smiled slightly, though he didn't elaborate on who exactly. Seeing this, Xiao Yan could only shake his head in resignation. "Clang!" Suddenly, amid the quiet stillness of the ancient hall, a clear, resonant chime rang out. Then, at the center of the hall, a white-haired elder—appearing as though on the verge of passing—slowly materialized into view, his form emerging from the warping space. "Nine Transmigrations of the Sovereign Peak...?" Xiao Yan murmured. This white-haired elder seemed to have already taken a firm step into the Half-Immortal realm—should his inner qi be compressed one more time, it would undergo a qualitative transformation and directly elevate him to Half-Immortal status. "This is the Mountain Master of Baojian Mountain, Elder Bao, renowned for his exceptional discernment, having witnessed countless treasures throughout his life. When I first met him, he was already a well-known powerhouse in the Central Region. Today, he has reached the pinnacle of the Nine Transmigrations of the Sovereign, only a short distance away from achieving Half-Immortal status." The gentle voice of the elder pharmacist also reached Xiao Yan and his two companions. "Nine Transmigrations of the Sovereign Peak." Hearing this, both Cai Lin and Xiao Yi Xian also felt a sense of gravity settle upon their cheeks, especially Cai Lin, whose heart stirred with a subtle vibration—indeed, the Central Plains truly were the most elite region of the Continent, where such a strong contender would be considered a peak-level master on the Western and Northern Continents. Yet here, even at this level, they still had to personally attend the trade fair, though this was no ordinary gathering. "As always, please don't mind..." After completing these, the elderly Baoshan smiled and then stepped onto the auction stage before them, coughing lightly and saying, "The guests have gathered sufficiently now. Let's cut the chatter—then, it's time to begin this year's Spatial Exchange Forum." As the elderly Baoshan's final words settled, nearly every gaze in the hall instantly focused upon him, radiating quiet anticipation and enthusiasm. Everyone knew that the items being traded here would surely be no ordinary ones!