Celestial Court in Turmoil

Day after day passed, and the Carefree Talisman's second explosive surge showed no sign of stopping. After breaking through the 900 mark, it continued advancing toward four digits.

The cultivators grew increasingly frenzied.

The invisible storm had now swept from the lower levels to the upper levels. Even cultivators above the sixth layer could no longer help but discuss the Carefree Talisman at length.

At this point, every cultivator seemed to have become an expert and master who had drowned in the sea of currency. The moment they opened their mouths, out came a string of incomprehensible technical terms. Their analyses were logical and well-founded, each with their own theories, all of which sounded reasonable. Yet in the end, they always reached the same conclusion:

"The Carefree Talisman will keep rising!"

"Don't forget, at its current rate of increase, that True Lord Minghe isn't far from being able to purchase a Fruit Position. His future is incomparably bright!"

"Just in time, Lesser Yin Immortal Lord has fallen."

"Lesser Yin's Govern Heaven Principal Position is vacant now. If True Lord Minghe buys it, he'll become a rising star in the upper levels!"

Similar news spread from the upper levels down to the lower levels.

Throughout the entire Celestial Court, wherever cultivators gathered, someone would be talking about the Carefree Talisman. Yet compared to those above, the lower-level cultivators felt more envy.

Because they had already been kicked out of the game.

As they watched the Carefree Talisman's exchange rate climb steadily higher while they held none themselves, the feeling was as agonizing as a hundred claws scratching at their hearts.

Meanwhile, on the Eighth Layer of Celestial Court.

It was another council among Immortal Lords. The Immortal Lords had all arrived, and layers upon layers of illusory colors manifested the flourishing