Outside Renzi Camp lay a market spontaneously formed by gathered Dao Soldiers.
Two Qi Refining cultivators running stalls were chatting.
A sickly young Qi Refining cultivator idly fiddled with a pile of stones before him that emitted a faint emerald-green glow.
"What is this stuff?" an old man with a goatee beside him asked curiously.
"I dug it out of yesterday's Flying Island. I don't know what it is, but it's definitely some kind of precious ore." The young Qi Refining cultivator looked smug.
"Try putting your hand near the stones. Do you feel some invisible force that makes it sting like needles?"
"That's what's so extraordinary about these stones!"
"I guarantee this thing is a great treasure!" The young Qi Refining cultivator was flushed with excitement, a sickly redness spreading across his cheeks.
An invisible strange force, needle-like pain?
This... was like nuclear radiation from another world?!
Chen Mu, who had been browsing nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
That really was one hell of a treasure.
He immediately shifted his feet and quietly moved farther away.
"What a shame Jiang Daojun was in such a hurry to move on. If we'd stayed another two days, I could've dug up twice as much."
"What do you think Daojun is after? Every time he conquers a Flying Island, he leaves right away. Who knows how much precious material gets wasted." The young Qi Refining cultivator complained.
"Isn't that a good thing? The more Flying Islands we fight, the more Dao Merit we can earn." The Goatee Old Man spoke lazily.
"Do you know something?" The young Qi Refining cultivator eyed the goateed man suspiciously.
"Do you know about the Investiture of the Gods?" The old man with a goatee smiled smugly.
"The one at the very top of