"Which domain of cultivators do you belong to, and have you noticed anything unusual here?"
A young man carrying a large judge's pen on his back asked Damo.
"Uh... no... nothing unusual."
Damo was very nervous, and it wasn't an act. He really was tense. He thought that his cultivation level of the second level in the Void Spirit might be enough to roam unhindered here, but he didn't expect anyone he encountered to have cultivation far superior to his.
What is going on in this world?
Are the cultivators from other domains all this powerful?
"Nothing unusual?"
"I clearly saw the golden pillar of light earlier. Are you trying to make us out to be blind? I am a cultivator from the Abyssal Domain. We're all here for profit. How about fair competition?"
The young man removed the judge's pen, his eyes glowing with a murderous intent, but his words were spoken gently.
"Abyssal Domain?"