The starry sky beyond the Emperor Star descended into madness. Everyone was scrambling to buy the Quasi-Immortal Emperor's bathwater.
A million supreme-grade spirit crystals was a lot for some people, but it wasn't impossible to scrape together. For a rare chance to buy bathwater from a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they'd even borrow money rather than miss out!
To attract even more buyers and keep the buzz going, Shi Zhàndì had set a limit: each person could buy only one bottle, and no one could buy on someone else's behalf.
This made plenty of wealthy people pound their chests in frustration. They had money, but couldn't buy several bottles at once.
To get their hands on a few more bottles, they frantically "made calls," contacting friends and family and urging them to hurry over.
In no time, beams of communication light blanketed the sky, illuminating the stars in a spectacular display.
"Don't push! Don't push!"
"Damn it, who the hell just touched my ass?"
"Hm? Where are you putting your hand? Don't you have one of those yourself? Or do you think mine's bigger than yours?"
Before long, the crowd in that stretch of starry sky had grown enormously. Beings from all races had gathered after hearing the news, all drawn by the Quasi-Immortal Emperor's bathwater.
As the numbers swelled, order at the scene grew more and more chaotic. The crowd cursed and grumbled, and many nearly came to blows.
"Quiet down! There's plenty of bathwater for everyone."
Shi Zhàndì called out, "If you want some, form an orderly line. One at a time."
"Anyone who pushes or refuses to follow the rules won't get so much as a drop from Brother Stone!"
Under Shi Zhàndì's threat, the crowd quickly quieted down and obediently formed rows of lines.
They were all cultivators,