Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Once a forbidden zone for living beings, it was now even livelier than when the Dao Ancestor preached at Zixiao Palace.
No, it was madness!
Countless beams of immortal light, demonic qi, and eerie winds converged from every corner of the Primordial World. Like sharks that had scented blood, they packed this filthy land so tightly that not even water could pass through.
"Senior Xuanzheng! Master Xuanzheng! I'm begging you!"
A Veteran Da Luo whose lifespan was nearly exhausted and whose Dao Body was about to weather away wept bitterly, clutching the leg of a Witch Clan guard and crying like a three-hundred-pound child.
"I'm willing to offer all 3,333 Houtian Spiritual Treasures I've collected in my life! I only want a spot as an 'Ox-Head and Horse-Face Bailiff Intern'!"
"Get lost, old fool!"
A black-robed cultivator wreathed in ghastly yin qi kicked the old Daoist aside and rasped, "Judge! I want to be a Judge! I have a gourd of Essence of Innate Gui Water and a chunk of Nine Nether Cold Iron Essence! I only ask for the position of 'Assistant Judge Trainee'!"
Farther away, even Zhenyuanzi, who had always been aloof and proud, could only darken his face as the arriving "investors" crushed around him until his Daoist robe wrinkled, all because he wanted to secure an easy job for his old friend Hong Yun.
The entire scene was chaotic, frenzied, and filled with primal greed!
This was not a Daoist arena. It was the opening day of the Primordial World's first Stock Exchange!
And their god, their sole market maker—Xuanzheng—stood with his hands behind his back atop a temporary platform of Chaos Profound Iron built over the Sea of Blood, overlooking the countless faces below.
A simple, honest smile inherited from his