After spending a day, Luo Zheng gained a thorough understanding of Sand Heart City.
Within a radius of two hundred thousand miles, Sand Heart City was the only major city, and the great power controlling it was the Mishen Sect atop the Condensed Night Bone Tower.
To ordinary Desolate Gods, the Mishen Sect was a behemoth.
The auction house in Sand Heart City was personally presided over by an executive of the Mishen Sect. The various merchant guilds brought the treasures they had acquired there, and the auction house would put them up for auction.
However, the auction house only held an auction about once a month, and the next one was still roughly three days away.
Luo Zheng could only stay in Sand Heart City and wait.
Only after arriving in Sand Heart City did Luo Zheng understand that the value of desolate bones was not as great as he had imagined.
Everyone here cultivated as Desolate Gods, and they consumed quite a few desolate bones. Desolate bones were also the currency they used for trade.
No wonder Brother Ji of the Falcon Merchant Guild had been so impatient in the Bingtie Tribe. An ordinary executive of the Falcon Merchant Guild received several desolate bones as his monthly salary. He had been ordered by the Falcon Merchant Guild to collect desolate bones, and if he gathered too few in one trip, it truly would not have been worth the effort.
The Eternal Desolate Plains where the Bingtie Tribe was located had been excavated countless times. It could be regarded as a dried-up mine, and the people of the tribe could only pick up scraps there to eke out a living.
Luo Zheng had indeed obtained quite a lot, but he had merely gathered those "scraps" together. In this world,