Name-Holding Realm Trial Card, Qiong Again?

"Myriad Worlds Merchant House."

Yang Yu leaned against the stone table, tapping its surface with his fingers.

The great hall was quiet, with only the occasional crackle of electricity from the God of All Machines.

But the light screen was not what occupied his mind.

Killing Qiong earlier had caused far too much of a stir.

Several hundred Peak Fifth Step old monsters had been grinding monsters outside like madmen, while he had stood atop the Chaos High-Pressure Cooker and forcibly dragged out an entire timeline of the Abyss. No matter how one looked at it, that was abnormal in the Hongmeng Ruins.

Those old things in the Depth of Hongmeng, who had lived through God knew how many Eras, had noses sharper than anyone's. If even a trace of dead ash Origin leaked out, it should have drawn a few probing gazes.

Yet there had been nothing.

Forget anyone making a move—no one had even taken a peek.

The surroundings were far too quiet.

"Did those old monsters all go into closed-door cultivation together?"

Yang Yu frowned.

He could not figure it out.

Nor could he be bothered to obsess over it. He would set aside anything he could not understand for now. As long as he had enough Trump Cards and enough Abyss Origin, he could use the sky as a blanket even if it collapsed.

His gaze returned to the light screen.

One item after another was displayed on it, dazzling to the eye. Every single one radiated an unreasonable dominance.

"Temporary Name-Holding Permission Card, one hundred Eras, price: two hundred billion Origin."

Yang Yu stared at that line, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Buy it!"

He did not hesitate in the slightest and directly pressed purchase.

For the current Abyss, two hundred