Two days passed.
There was still no progress on the tomb raid. The blacksmiths were working hard to crack it, and they had begun constructing a studio in the main tomb, setting up a small Sword Forging Manor camp in preparation for a protracted battle.
Meanwhile, the Golden Cores had instantly become a sensation among the lower classes throughout the Chongluan Domain.
First came the Seven Dragon Balls. Every day, people came to the drawing, gathering outside the shops to watch the numbers being drawn and exchange their winning numbers.
Some people also called them Single Color Balls.
That was because they only came in one color: dazzling golden light, the color of wealth.
Every day, groups of cultivators watched the draw, while some old charlatans muttered mysterious incantations and divined the winning patterns of the "Single Color Balls."
Groups of people guessed together which numbers would appear in the next draw.
All kinds of related fortune-telling stalls began filling the area outside the Daoist Golden Core shops.
And to be fair,
some truly skilled diviners had managed to achieve a forty percent chance of winning!
As a result, these charlatans were fawned over by cultivators every day, who wanted the next day's winning numbers and exchanged their Golden Cores for those numbers ahead of time.
This naturally infuriated the franchise owners.
You dare fleece me?
They invited professional experts to draw the winning numbers themselves every day, suppressing the workings of fate and cutting off outsiders' divination.
This farce instead spread beyond the region.
Even the civilizations of several neighboring immortal domains became intensely curious.
"You eat pills, so how did you start gambling? You're even using Golden Cores as balls. Are pills really this springy in your world? Won't they wear down if you use them to play