Opening

This vast upheaval swept through the entire East Sea Cultivation World at a speed never seen before.

Nearly all low-level Rogue Cultivators, sects and clans below the Nascent Soul realm, Nascent Soul sects rumored to have endured for tens of thousands of years, Spirit Transformation clans, and even the Nine Great Immortal Sects... all entered the fray to carve up this feast.

During these days, smiles never left the faces of all cultivators.

They believed that the Spirit Stones they had poured in their entire fortunes would multiply severalfold, tenfold, or even a hundredfold within days or months.

They would obtain an ocean of Spirit Stones beyond anything they had ever dared dream of, allowing them to purchase countless precious pills and medicines, even Heaven and Earth Rare Treasures that could improve their aptitudes. Their strength would soar swiftly, they would step onto the Immortal Path to Longevity, embrace beauties on both sides, found sects and become patriarchs, roam the world unrestrained, and enjoy days as blissful as immortals.

This beautiful dream hung over the entire East Sea Cultivation World. With their finest hopes for the future, all cultivators mortgaged away everything—the rest of their lives, their corpses after death, their children and descendants—for nothing more than a sliver of a chance to cross the divide between classes, for a bright future.

And that dream lasted until... an exchange took place.

"Why? Why? Why do you keep stalling every time I try to exchange for the most common Foundation Establishment Spirit Pills?"

Long Aotian's face was filled with indignation as he took out his glittering identity plaque. The Merit Points within it had nearly doubled.

He had invested all his possessions, the profits from the War Bonds, and even his own Spirit Artifacts, Spirit Robes, and every last pill, in