The Heart Beast Black Market had grown bustling.
Besides rogue cultivators of all manner of appearances, many cultivators from Smelting Town had arrived as well.
The heads hanging at the Black Market's entrances and exits had unknowingly grown denser in number, enduring the long torment of eternal life without death.
Li Mo walked through the Black Market, and his bizarre appearance unexpectedly blended right in.
He wore a black robe, with the Desert Diagram wrapping his entire body in skin, while a Bird in a Cage hung from his shoulder. The miniature ecosystem within the cage could vaguely be seen.
The name Golden Sand Daoist had long since been swallowed by nearly three years of time.
Through his Spirit Tablet, Li Mo learned that the Heart Beast Black Market would very likely hold an auction in the coming days, so he decisively gave up on selling Spiritual Herbs.
If he set up a stall now, Earth Metal Spiritual Herbs generally would not fetch a good price. After all, most cultivators were waiting for the auction.
Li Mo glanced toward the street corner.
Gang cultivators were collecting oil water from vendors. They were not from the already-destroyed Viper Society, but the Black Mud Gang, which had risen not long ago.
Greed was boundless. Every month, gangs large and small were destroyed in the Black Market, yet rogue cultivators still chose to take desperate risks.
For most rogue cultivators, without resources, they could only watch helplessly as Death Sickness erupted. They might as well die and be done with it.
Li Mo was almost sixteen, yet all his hair had already turned grayish-white. Corpse spots had also inevitably appeared along both cheeks.
Only his heart and liver, which had undergone Spiritual Root Transformation, retained the vitality of something half-living and half-dead. His