Stone gambling was one of the key pillars behind End City's prosperity.
Beings from every land and race pursued the opportunities left behind by the past, buried here. From their initial ignorance and inability to find any trail, years of constant attempts had allowed them to accumulate some relevant experience.
As a cultivator who had muddled through this trade for many years, Gu Mengsheng naturally possessed a keen eye.
These auction items with set prices, of course, were not like the batch of goods casually piled outside, entirely without guarantees.
But having a guaranteed baseline was one thing; whether they were worth the price was another matter altogether.
If a piece of raw ore was guaranteed to yield a good item at the Conduit Stone level, it was wealth worth millions of Bite Stones at the very least.
But even if it was worth a million, would you not still be taking a loss if you bought it for ten million Bite Stones?
No matter how high or low their cultivation, if cultivators wished to walk the path of cultivation more smoothly, they had to make the greatest possible use of the resources in their hands.
The same principle applied to stone gambling.
The appraisers in the stone gambling hall had already made rough estimates of the approximate prices beforehand.
But the problem was that before the blade came down, no one could guarantee that the outcome would not be a loss.
There were many expensive pieces of raw ore in the pile before them, but raw ore worth nearly ten million Bite Stones was at least among the upper tier.
Who knew how many life-and-death battles it would take to amass such wealth?
As Gu Mengsheng called out his bid, everyone's breathing began to quicken.
Even though they were