The competition was still ongoing in another arena when Kyrian left the venue.
The applause gradually faded behind him, replaced once more by the constant buzz of the Celestial Descent Festival.
The streets remained packed, and with every passing hour, even more people seemed to appear, as though the city itself were expanding to accommodate the ever-growing crowd.
The sound of lively conversations, laughter, and negotiations filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony that Kyrian was beginning to find strangely familiar.
The farther he walked, the more he felt that the Caravan's population had tripled. Cultivators from every realm, from Qi Accumulation to Spiritual Awakening and beyond, walked side by side, their robes of countless colors and styles forming a living mosaic.
Merchants carried exotic goods on carts or inside their own spatial rings. Alchemists displayed glowing vials containing their creations on makeshift stalls.
