In the most secluded corner of the VIP seats, Gui Mengguan lifted his teacup and took a gentle sip. Watching the frenzied crowd below, he wore a faint smile.
"Sure enough, Locke's name still carries the most weight."
Oupai lowered his voice, his grin sly. "The moment the Prism Ball appeared, nobody even looked at those three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones anymore. All they could see was that lousy ball."
"That's no lousy ball." Qian Gujue spun a Gold Soul Coin between his fingertips, his gaze deep. "For the natives, it's a chance to reach the heavens in a single step. For those transmigrators... it's a god-tier item from the Rock Kingdom."
Indeed.
For the transmigrators from the Rock Kingdom, the Prism Ball's value was a hundred, even a thousand times greater than Bibi Dong imagined.
They knew better than anyone that the Prism Ball had never been limited to capturing hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.
God-tier pets, ancient exotic beasts, even... the remnant souls of gods slumbering deep within the continent.
With enough strength, the Prism Ball could capture any creature that possessed a soul.
"Why else would the Rock Kingdom be called the Rock Kingdom, and not something else?"
Gui Mengguan set down his teacup and gently rubbed its rim with his fingertips. His gaze settled on the projection of the Prism Ball gradually fading in midair, and his tone turned playful. "It's more than just Locke's name carrying weight. This Prism Ball is bait tossed into a fishpond. Once those big fish hiding at the bottom catch its scent, they'll jump out one after another."
"The bait smells tempting enough. The question is whether the hook's sturdy enough." Oupai curled his lip and stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth. "Those transmigrators are as cunning as