Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2031: 841. Change outfits every three years, a million sword cultivators

Chapter 2031: 841. Change outfits every three years, a million sword cultivators

Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce had always been silent and unnoticed.

Ever since Qu Zhengjia awoke and regained control of this Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce, he had not made the slightest impact on the various parties of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds.

He merely exploited the convenience that Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce was the hub of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds, helping Han Muye retrieve quite a few masterless Trading Halls.

He had also facilitated a few transactions between Myriad Manifestations City, Cold Moon City, and Han Muye’s side.

Today, as the array’s light lit up, Qu Zhengjia saw the message transmitted from Han Muye and was slightly taken aback.

“To have hunted a second-grade heavenly demon beast so quickly?”

Looking at those Heavenly Beads, Qu Zhengjia’s expression s.h.i.+fted.

From the beginning of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms until now, not much time had pa.s.sed.

In the past, the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms could last for thousands of years, or even longer.

The growth of the Continent Domains required a lengthy period of time.

Previously, it would take at least three to five thousand years for second-grade heavenly demon beasts to appear.

How long has it been this time?

Not even a hundred years have pa.s.sed.

Looking at the Heavenly Beads in front of him, Qu Zhengjia’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

If so many Second-grade Heavenly Beads could be obtained in less than a hundred years, then if the Arena of Strife could continue for thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, wouldn’t that yield an unimaginable number of Heavenly Beads?

If there really were that many Heavenly Beads, the situation of the Ten Thousand Domains might change profoundly.

“An auction?”

“For these Second-grade Heavenly Beads, I fear the various powers might fight tooth and nail.”

Qu Zhengjia chuckled softly, his expression slowly turning solemn.

Streams of golden divine patterns emerged in his hands.

All of them were s.p.a.ce Divine Runes, which directly created a Land of Illusion within the Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce.

As this Land of Illusion appeared, numerous Trading Halls of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds responded.

“This is—an auction transaction!”

“How could that be? Hasn’t the trading nexus of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds already—”

Within countless worlds and numerous powers, all those top powerhouses exclaimed in shock.

However, before they could ponder deeper, the screens of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds’ Trading Halls had already displayed a gateway.

This gateway directly connected to the Land of Illusion, allowing cultivators from all sides to enter the place of auction and trade.

Moreover, no matter who it was, as soon as they stepped inside, their figure and breath would be concealed, even their voices altered.

This would ensure that those who purchased treasures could not be traced by others.

Of course, if you used the unique treasures you bought and were recognized by others, then that would be your own affair.

“How could the auction ground of Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce be possible!” Looking at that gateway, many powerful beings who had existed since ancient times let out low exclamations.

They had experienced such scenes before.

However, later, as the hub of Heaven’s Secret City was sealed, all the Trading Halls of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds traded independently, and many of the previously designed functions were lost.

Such methods as direct compet.i.tive bidding among the forces of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds had never appeared again.

This made it quite difficult to trade many precious treasures.

Without compet.i.tive bidding, if the sale price was unsatisfactory, no one would want to undersell a treasure they held.

“Who initiated this auction ground?”

“What treasures will be in today’s auction?”

Looking at that gateway, countless people were curious.

Whether it was powerhouses within the Galaxy Universe or mighty beings from other universes, their eyes now s.h.i.+mmered with spiritual light.

Opportunity.

Whether it was or not, such powerful beings had to take a look.

Otherwise, if there were treasures inside, they would regret it for the rest of their lives, creating a heart knot.

This is also why many strong individuals, for the sake of some treasures for some opportunities, need to fight to the death.

If they do not give their all to compete, they will be left with regrets.

Once there are regrets, who knows how much more tribulation will come during their future cultivation.

If you don’t fight for one step, you lose at every step.

“Perhaps, today is the opportunity for the Immortal Sovereign as well,” within the divine realm, a white-bearded elder moved, stepping out and rus.h.i.+ng into the gateway of the light screen of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds.

As he rushed in, a faint light screen appeared around him, concealing his figure and facial features.

Before him, a vast area opened up, with rows of seats arranged, and at the forefront was a high platform.

On the high platform stood a figure.

“Master Qu!”

“Sky-Mechanics City Lord!”

“Qu Zhengjia!”

Nearly every figure rus.h.i.+ng through the light screen exclaimed.

For the vast majority of top powerhouses, it was normal not to know about the master of Nine Mystic Mountain in ancient times.

It was also normal not to know about Xu Ziyang.

Because the influence of these two was limited; one was from ancient times, and the other was confined to the Galaxy Universe.

But anyone who had experienced the peak trading days of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds would never forget Qu Zhengjia, who presided over the auction transactions.

The special functions of auction, exchange, mortgaging, and hiring within the Trading Halls of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds all disappeared when Heaven’s Secret City was suppressed.

“Hehe, there should be many old friends present, right?”

Qu Zhengjia, with a smile on his face, greeted the continuously entering figures with a nod of his head.

The venue, capable of accommodating one hundred thousand people, was filled in just a moment.

This filled those figures outside the light screen, who wanted to enter but couldn’t, with regret.

Those outside the light screen could only look through it and listen to the voices coming from within the venue.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s really been a long time,” Qu Zhengjia said with a light smile and a courteous bow to the myriad figures in the arena: “Perhaps there are also many new friends present.”

“Allow me to introduce myself.”

With hands clasped behind his back, Qu Zhengjia’s expression turned proud.

“I come from ancient times; I have lived through the chaos of the collapse of the Ancient Cultivation World.”

“I am a blacksmith, holding the world’s top-tier standard in refining weapons.”