"After all, how can a world function without a black market?"
"Just having a platform for trade that’s relatively safe is a great contribution to the era."
"Not to ntion so many conceptual magical treasures!"
"This perfectly fits the settings of Xianxia myths, cultivating magical treasures with various laws. In the future, they might even research targeted refinent of law-based magical treasures!"
Liu Jun found the theft of the Divine Object to be incredibly entertaining.
This thief could even open a shop and go into business.
Happily, he ticulously perfected the shop, and three days later, decisively began its official operations.
...
Blood dyed into rain, pouring down from the sky.
Escape!
Escape!
An old man stumbled and flew incessantly, shuttling through the mountains and rivers.
The old man’s na was Ying Yun, a descendant of the Ying family from the Wishing Witch Country.
As the prodigy of his generation, in the pri of his life, he, with the capital of youth, set out to besiege the Pure Yang True Immortal who had seized the treasure.
He thought that joining forces to besiege him would undoubtedly lead to victory.
Every person present was a genius, weren’t they?
Even though you are strong at the Tenth Layer of the Sixth Tier, your strength is limited.
So, with anticipation, they went to besiege him, yet in fear, they grew old, fled in disarray,
"Clearly, as I attacked him, I turned into an old man, and my combat power increased an exaggerated threefold."
"Yet the Pure Yang True Immortal forcibly used the Divine Object’s side effects to kill his way out of our siege and escape."
"This monster."
"In terms of sheer strength, terrifyingly he is hundreds of tis stronger than the rest of us freaks of the sa tier!"
Ying Yun went through the siege but gained nothing and instead was left aged and severely injured.
And then he encountered a group of opportunistic scavengers waiting to strike.
They dared not touch the Pure Yang True Immortal, and specialized in ambushing the fallen and severely injured prodigies like himself.
"Damn it!"
"Those guys, although of the sa realm, I never even deigned to glance at them."
"Clearly, they are the kind that could be wiped out with a single sword stroke, yet now they have beco a life-and-death ordeal for ."
Ying Yun fled all the way, seething with anger in his heart.
As a well-known genius of this era, his rise was regarded as monstrous, constantly battling above his level, thinking himself the protagonist, only to vie for the Divine Object.
But now...
Must I, Ying Yun, truly fall?
As he contemplated, he suddenly saw a mysterious black palace in the distance.
As he flew closer, he sensed its eerie nature, with "Power Capital Sin" written above the doorway, emanating a mysterious and noble aura.
Ying Yun staggered and fell to the ground, clasping his fists, "I don’t know which senior is reclusive here. I have disturbed you, but can you possibly save my life? I will repay you with my life afterward!"
He could only brace himself and ask for help.
But there was no sound, and after a mont of hesitation, he decisively chose to enter the palace gates.
At the mont he stepped inside, it was like he had entered the art museum of mythological history.
It was brilliantly lit, with exquisite and luxurious floors.
Holy Swords hung high on the walls, a chandelier over the fireplace, stained glass lamps, jeweled crowns, and paintings full of artistic flavor.
Every item here seed to be a priceless piece of art, radiating an aura that filled Ying Yun with terror.
As if the entire world’s treasures were contained within, a strong curiosity compelled him to constantly look around,
"What is this place?"
"A museum of various ancient civilizations?"
Ying Yun’s jaw dropped. Every ti he touched a treasure, he could sense information erging,
"No wonder! No wonder every single one terrifies !"
"Even an unremarkable candle on the wall is the inherited treasure of the One Hundred Forty-Seventh Divinia Civilization, endowed with Divine Power from the God Era!"
It’s known that in their era, none had broken into the Seventh Tier, the Sixth Tier being supre.
Everyone was at the Tenth Layer of the Sixth Tier, and the heritages of these civilizations each of more than a hundred Sixth Tiers were simply treasures of crushing power.
How could Ying Yun have seen such absurd scenes?
This place was simply a corridor of myths.
But just who had stolen all these treasures from such powerful civilizations here?
Moreover, it seed possible to trade them!
After sensing the anomaly here, Ying Yun was overjoyed, "This is my lucky encounter!"
"I want to pawn!"
The next mont, Ying Yun instinctively felt what he had on him that could be pawned (could be stolen).
His cultivation talents, the swordsmanship talents he possessed, his extraordinary telekinetic perception...
All sorts of abilities were listed.
Ying Yun didn’t hesitate, "Pawn, pawn them all!"
"Anyway, I can redeem them, as long as I pay the interest."
"Once I walk out of here with stronger weapons, I can kill those scoundrels chasing and then redeem my talents."
In an instant, Ying Yun had found a good way to break the current deadlock.
Weapons?
Exchange!
Rings?
Exchange!
Cloak?
Can’t... can’t trade it anymore.
But Ying Yun was already very satisfied, his eyes full of excitent, "Treasure, this place is full of treasure, I’m going to pawn it all away!"
He turned around and suddenly flew out.
Looking at the enemies pursuing him in the sky, a trace of a smile appeared on his lips, "You’re seeking death!"
Soon, a voice filled with shock and anger ca:
"How is this possible?"
"Aren’t you seriously injured?"
"Not good!"
"Run away fast!"
Soon, bodies fell from the sky one after another.
Ying Yun didn’t hesitate, decisively grabbing the bodies and returning to that pawnshop:
"I want to pawn sothing!"
...
Half a month later.
Ying Yun practically treated this as his own treasure vault, with sixteen or seventeen pieces of equipnt hanging on him.
He also went to hunt those heavily injured by the Pure Yang True Immortal, bringing them back here one by one to pawn.
Thus, he began to crazily snowball, earning profits upon profits.
The substantial increase in basic stats made him extrely powerful!
But there was still one thing he couldn’t change, the lost years of life couldn’t be retrieved.
"Just wait."
"Pure Yang True Immortal, I’m going to kill you, seize that Divine Object, and then I can solve my lifespan issue."
Ying Yun felt that he was practically the chosen protagonist, continuing his slaughter spree to earn pawned goods everywhere.
But soon enough.
Ying Yun’s anomaly was still discovered by others.
"After being severely injured, he inexplicably grew stronger and then recovered, continuously hunting others; there must be sothing wrong."
So people keenly sensed this and began to quietly track Ying Yun.
Soon, they discovered this pawnshop.
"So you found out, but how do you know it wasn’t luring you here?"
"Kill!"
A great battle erupted once again.
Ten days later, Ying Yun had beco completely powerful, but he also realized that his terrifying opportunity couldn’t be hidden any longer.
"I must act now."
"While this hasn’t been discovered yet, go hunt the seriously injured Pure Yang True Immortal!"
Three days later, he found Xu Changsheng’s location in the depths of the ocean.
A great battle broke out.
The clash was earth-shattering.
This ti, the already heavily injured Xu Changsheng couldn’t compete and was severely suppressed.
"How is this possible?" Xu Changsheng also felt the anomaly.
Although he couldn’t compete, as a master of survival techniques, his escaping skills were unparalleled.
He successfully fled, but he was utterly puzzled by how Ying Yun, a previous minor character, inexplicably beca stronger.
Until he inquired around and heard about the pawnshop’s existence.
"So that’s how it is, perhaps a third ancient Divine Spirit has resurrected."
"What kind of God? The God of Trade?"
"Enough, if I continue like this, I might really get besieged by them."
"I will end up being on the sa level as Cain, the God of Evolution, slaughtered by mortals, nailed to Jesus’ cross of sha."
Xu Changsheng took a deep breath and imdiately made a decision.
He decisively flew to the pawnshop, striding inside.
He found it already crowded, with countless people casting sinister gazes at Xu Changsheng.
"Haha, he actually dared to co?"
"The mont he steps out of the shop, he’ll surely face a siege."
"Yes, with everyone having a treasure, how can he stand it?"
"He’s dood!"
"He’s simply foolish, how dare he show up now?"
"No, he has no other choice, if he doesn’t show up, would he just watch helplessly as you all grow stronger in this shop?"
"Anyone can co here and grow stronger, except the Pure Yang True Immortal who’s not coming; perhaps he’s slowly dying anyway."
Countless people discussed secretly.
In their view, the iconic figure of the Pure Yang True Immortal in this era was about to fall.
And amidst everyone’s sinister and greedy gazes, Xu Changsheng stepped forward, "I want to pawn the Divine Object I possess."
"Years accumulating."
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, their minds going blank.
Is he crazy? Pawning his own Divine Object?
Wait, if he pawns it, don’t we qualify to buy it?
Almost everyone, in that instant, looked excitedly at the Divine Object showcased in the highest treasure cabinet.
"Compete, find a way to compete! This Divine Object is terrifyingly powerful." The fervent thought arose in everyone’s mind.
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