Blackrock City.
It lay in a lawless region within Azure Province.
Dragons and snakes mingled here, and its Underground Market was enormous. Someone might be killed one day, only for their treasures to appear on a stall the next.
At that moment, a tall, straight-backed young man in blue robes walked through the market, his features stern and resolute.
The young man was Mu Yunzhou.
Decades had passed.
His cultivation had advanced from the first layer of the Spirit Martial Realm to the eighth layer of the Profound Martial Realm.
Compared to Lin Chen, he hardly seemed inferior.
Besides his own tireless efforts, the greatest reason for his swift progress was his master, a remnant soul dwelling within the ancient ring on his finger.
"The third stall on the left. That Tiger-Shaped Jade Pendant beneath the broken pottery—rather interesting. Go take a look."
An aged voice sounded in Mu Yunzhou's mind, carrying a hint of interest after probing the object.
Mu Yunzhou's gaze sharpened slightly, and he immediately went over as instructed.
The stall had two sections: one aboveboard, the other murky.
One side neatly displayed pills, talismans, and weapons gleaming with cold light, all with clearly marked prices.
The other held a jumble of old objects—rusted blades, broken jade pieces, unidentifiable metal plates, and more. A wooden sign stood beside them: Ancient Ruins Treasures. Highest offer wins. Choose whatever catches your eye.
This was the treasure-hunting section most commonly found in the Underground Market.
It was difficult to distinguish the genuine articles from the fakes.
The stallholder spun tales of their origins until flowers seemed to rain from the heavens. Whether buyers could find a hidden bargain depended entirely on their knowledge and luck. Of course, the vast majority were worthless junk.
Mu Yunzhou first stopped at the legitimate