As Yellow Sand Mountain's spiritual vein advanced, the mountain rose higher.
The mountains surrounding Yellow Sand Mountain also became lusher and greener.
At that moment, quite a few temporary cave abodes had been carved into these smaller peaks. On the peak closest to Yellow Sand Mountain, there was even already a small temporary marketplace.
Some Foundation Establishment cultivators were organizing small trading gatherings, and the scene was quite lively. There were street stalls, temporary shops, and even barter exchanges—truly, though the sparrow was small, it had all five organs.
Most of those organizing these gatherings were independent cultivators.
After all, the ceremony Heavenly Sand Sect was holding this time was a Golden Core ceremony, and Golden Core cultivators would be expounding the Dao.
Thus, even more independent cultivators had come in admiration than cultivators from various clans.
Many independent cultivators had stumbled upon cultivation techniques by chance and embarked on the path of immortality. With no one to guide them, they could only grope their way forward alone. Now that such an opportunity had arisen, they had rushed over in advance even if it meant crossing thousands of miles.
Especially those who had come from other prefectures. Since Xiao Mountain Prefecture had no teleportation arrays, some who had learned the news by chance had set out half a year early aboard spirit boats.
At that moment, two cultivators landed before a street stall and picked up a bag of spirit rice seeds.
This spirit rice was no ordinary variety. It was top-grade second-rank Golden Yuan Millet.
It matured once every five years. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators could reap tremendous benefits from consuming this spirit rice.
"How much are these spirit rice seeds?"
"Eight thousand spirit stones!" The cultivator glanced up. Seeing that they wore Heavenly Sand Sect robes, he swallowed