With a flash of white light, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in this brand-new space.
In the blink of an eye, the noise behind him vanished completely. The cries of hawkers, bargaining, so-called task-farming parties, and pleas for high-level users to carry people through missions on the azure platform were all shut out.
Di Wanxin let out a long breath as well. At last, his ears could have some peace and quiet.
It had to be said that ever since the mode known as True-Body Traversal appeared, the Main God Platform—where everyone used to eye one another like suspicious skulking ghosts—had rapidly turned into a variety of bustling little markets in every corner.
There was no helping it. Everyone understood the risks of True Body Mode. Once someone dared take such a gamble—since they were already risking their lives, naturally they would aim to scrape every last bit of profit they could!
Thus, the assorted "little trinkets" riskily brought back through True Body Mode might not have been worth much individually—but there were simply too many of them!
With resources that possessed real value, a "market," a model that had existed since ancient times, naturally took shape.
He casually tossed the strange leaf in his hand, which he had just "picked up" from a furtive fellow and which still retained a trace of warmth.
After confirming that it was tougher than refined steel and, in particular, carried a faint tremor that could barely resonate with the Holy Light inside him, Di Wanxin was not especially moved.
It was not worth much. At best, it was better than nothing.
He then stepped forward and climbed the stairs one step at a time.
At that moment, all that remained before him was this holy hall—a small world belonging solely to him.
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