The Quicksand and the Sword

Gu Qingshan stood where he was, silent for a moment.

He formed a hand seal, gathering the yellow sand around him and covering the Divinity Frost Crystal again.

Then he patted his Storage Bag and took out a formation plate.

Gu Qingshan's hands darted across the formation plate, tapping it rapidly.

Before long, streaks of spiritual light rose from the plate.

Centered on the Divinity Frost Crystal, all kinds of large Concealment Arrays unfolded layer upon layer.

After a brief moment of thought, Gu Qingshan set up another small Teleportation Array. That way, he could return here from anywhere else in this world.

Once he was done, he put away the formation plate.

That should do it. These arrays might not be able to accomplish much, but at least they brought together a full seventeen kinds of Concealment Arrays, which could obscure the Divine Crystal a little.

Next, he had to find a way to heal Yun Ji.

—According to Wang Cheng's memories, this was the Gray Hand World, and also the black market ranked eleventh in the Contention Zone.

Wang Cheng had spent half his life aboard a spaceship. He had little experience and was reluctant to spend money, but at least he knew how prosperous the black market was, and that it held all sorts of strange and unusual things.

The two hundred million worlds of the Contention Zone had given birth to countless civilizations and countless powerful beings, along with abundant resources and wondrous treasures of every kind.

And places like the black market did not accept taxes from any nation or civilization. Every transaction there was protected by the black market's owner.

Black market owners were usually clever. They charged only a small service fee.

So visitors from all walks of life, lured by the staggering