Of course, the Witch Race was not entirely simple and honest.
Or rather, some of them were honest to a fault, producing plenty of hot-tempered fellows.
Whenever they saw something good, they simply reached out and grabbed it.
They had no concept of money in their minds.
It took a full hundred years of adjustment before this market finally stabilized.
The market was divided into three levels.
The outer zone, the buffer zone, and the core zone.
The outer zone was filled with junk goods.
Even if they were smashed, they were not worth much.
The outer zone was a place for cultivating habits of consumption and selling.
Only those with relatively good trading reputations could enter the buffer zone.
One had to understand that this was the Primordial era, and everyone was from the Primordial World.
Most had no sense of rules.
Most acted with utter abandon.
Most had no idea what rules even were.
Some were like disciples of the Interception Sect, doing whatever they pleased, with the Saints offering little restraint.
There were those who ate people, exterminated clans, and practiced demonic arts, as well as those who accumulated merit and performed good deeds.
The entire outer zone was really meant to weed out those who did not understand, who could not learn the rules.
They were made to leave.
Three zones, three formations.
They were backed by the Mysterious Tree.
It could be said that unless Saints, ancestral witches, or the Demon Emperor appeared, no one could break through them.
And creating such a place would generate enormous karma, so naturally, few would attempt it.
The outer zone was enormous.
So enormous that it exceeded ordinary imagination.
In short, it covered the area of a major country on Earth in later generations.
Ten million square kilometers