The magic array displayed a string of numbers.
[999,999]
"Has it already been deducted?" Rahula raised an eyebrow at the number, which was just under a million.
The magic array was simple and easy to set up. Rahula could see through it at a glance and understand how it worked.
Any Saint Domain expert could set up an array like this. How could it possibly serve as a trading medium between gods?
The soldier noticed Rahula's gaze and guessed what he was thinking. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The magic array is simple, sure. But the token has special energy left behind by Lord Arnold."
"Throughout the entire Plane Prison, no one can imitate it!"
Lord Arnold.
Rahula silently repeated the name the soldier had mentioned. He said nothing more and strode into the city.
Inside Pingshan City.
Rahula walked alone along the wide streets, looking around at the grand buildings. Each one radiated an ancient, elegant air.
Any one of these buildings would have been considered a work of art on the Azeron Continent, yet here they stood clustered together.
"Tsk, tsk..." Rahula's gaze swept over the buildings from time to time.
Unlike outside the city, gods appeared on the streets every so often, sometimes accompanied by Midgod experts.
At an intersection, Rahula seized his chance, grabbed a Saint Domain expert, and dragged him into an alley.
"Heh, heh..." A sinister laugh rang out in the dim alley. Rahula's expression was cold.
"M-My lord, is there anything I can do for you?" The young man dragged into the alley was so nervous he could barely speak.
"Heh, heh, heh..." Rahula gave a few strange laughs before finally speaking.
"I've just arrived in Pingshan City and don't know the factions here. I need