Fragments of shattered ancient divine weapons, maps of lost secret realms, mutated and highly poisonous spiritual materials, forbidden and evil elixirs, as well as bloodstained stolen items.
There were also baskets and bags filled with low-quality nuclear debris, considered toxic waste by local monks, filling most of the stalls.
David’s gaze swept across the scene indifferently, his divine sense spread out silently, like a huge wave silently covering the entire black market, not missing a single corner or unusual movement.
A moment later, a glint appeared in his eyes as he detected a very strange trading pattern.
All goods in the entire black market, be they spiritual materials, elixirs, or divine weapon fragments, were traded chaotically and irregularly, with individual customers trading with each other and merchants reselling, creating a free and chaotic market.
Only nuclear debris shows a very clear and frighteningly regular trading pattern.
All nuclear fragments sold by independent cultivators at their stalls, regardless of quantity, quality, or impurity, will ultimately be purchased and collected in a unified manner, and will never fall into the hands of ordinary cultivators.
Many merchants may appear to collect merchandise in small, scattered quantities, but in reality, the goods are moved through multiple layers and delivered at each level. In the end, all the nuclear debris gathered in the deepest part of the black market.
In the deepest part of the entire black market, a colossal stone palace, made entirely of black stone, stood quietly on the edge of darkness, isolating the inside from the outside and maintaining a strict and closed atmosphere.
The stone hall appeared in stark contrast to the noisy and chaotic stalls around it, completely devoid of light and human sound.
Layer after layer of hidden restrictions and array patterns that isolated divine sense covered the palace, completely sealing off all movement, aura, and secrets within.
It was the final gathering point for all nuclear debris throughout the black market, and also the stronghold of mysterious behind-the-scenes buyers for thousands of years.
“Senior Sir, let’s finish our existing stock first, we’ll be back soon.”
Old Zhou respectfully cupped his hands and led a few unruly young cultivators quickly towards the ordinary stalls outside, eagerly selling what they had in their hands and exchanging them for spiritual stones, which they relied heavily on for survival.
David nodded slightly, stood still, and stared through the crowd and darkness, his gaze fell on the silent and dark black stone hall in the distance, his doubts grew stronger.
His mind was racing, examining all the clues and ruling out all possibilities.
The Liuchen Divine Clan possessed ancient sealed lands throughout the Twenty-three Heavens, top-grade nuclear mineral veins, and extraterrestrial nuclear energy sources, monopolizing the purest and most abundant nuclear resources in this world.
The direct descendants of the gods cultivated the pseudo-orthodox extraterrestrial pathway, absorbing perfect high-level nuclear energy. They refused to collect these impure, violent and dirty inferior fragments, and did not need to expend labor and resources to obtain them secretly on the black market.
The original cultivators of this realm were incapable of refining nuclear power. Nuclear fragments were just a means of exchanging money, having no value for cultivation. It was even more impossible for anyone to spend thousands of years trying to secretly stockpile such a useless poison.
The gods don’t need it, and the local farmers can’t use it.
So, who is behind these acquisitions that have continued unabated for thousands of years, regardless of cost, and with complete assurance?
What is the real purpose of other parties stockpiling large amounts of low-quality nuclear debris?
This person hid in the 23rd Heaven, shrouded in the shadows of the black market, avoiding the world and acting in secret, not fighting over resources, not seizing territory, and not getting involved in disputes.
They secretly stockpile nuclear debris that no one cares about, remaining for thousands of years. Their intentions were definitely much more ambitious than just seeking ordinary profits.
Something is wrong here.
Jiang Xuelan spoke softly, her voice clear and low, full of vigilance, “The entire nuclear junk trade in the black market seems to be controlled by an invisible hand, with all flows precisely managed without the slightest deviation.”
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the significance of the ‘Falling Star Desert’?
A: The Falling Star Desert is a dangerous place that ordinary mortals dare not enter.
Q: What are the key rules for visitors in the underground market?
A: Visitors must not look, ask, or investigate what they shouldn’t.
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