Before the stall sat a gaunt old man, thin as a rake. He wore a dingy gray coarse-cloth robe and sat cross-legged, his clouded eyes half-open and half-closed. His aura was so plain that it was almost nonexistent.
Several items were casually laid out on the bluestone table before him. None looked particularly eye-catching, and passersby hurried past, with few willing to stop and inspect them closely.
Only one item firmly captured Xiao Ling's attention.
It was a Seven-Colored Raw Stone, roughly half the size of a fist. Seven distinct-colored patterns wound across its surface, and a gentle, pure, peculiar energy slowly seeped from its core.
With such a vivid and conspicuous appearance, nearly anyone who entered this Space Trade Fair could recognize at a glance that it was the legendary Seven-Colored Raw Stone.
In terms of rarity alone, the Seven-Colored Raw Stone was indeed an exceptionally scarce spirit stone on the Dou Qi Continent, with very few in existence.
Yet while the passing cultivators all knew its origins, hardly any cared about it. At its core, the item was too closely tied to the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python and was completely useless to other cultivators.
Moreover, the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python had long gone extinct, a fact known to all. As a result, the value of this Seven-Colored Raw Stone had been greatly diminished.
Although certain snake-type Magical Beasts with a trace of Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python bloodline could barely absorb the energy within the stone, their absorption efficiency was pitifully low and wholly disproportionate to its exchange value.
Occasionally, some people considered purchasing it as a collectible, but the gaunt old man's asking price was absurdly high. After weighing their options, they could only give up in disappointment. No one was willing to waste effort on something so