On Dreamlike Island, in the Market Gathering bazaar, Li Ling and the Ninth Princess appeared and entered hand in hand like an immortal couple. The man was handsome and distinguished, the woman lovely and ethereal, leaving the solitary grassroots rogue cultivators nearby green with envy.
Li Ling had come prepared this time. Before long, he found an empty spot at a corner near the end of the street, used the Dream-Weaving Art to conjure a stall, and began taking things out of his sleeves.
All sorts of sand and stones, plants and trees, vegetation from the Gobi, rainbow flower petals...
The Ninth Princess helped him arrange them, sorting everything by category.
These were all ordinary things from the Dream Realm, but their unusual origin seemed to have given them a degree of reality of at least ninety-five percent. In essence, the Mental Power within the emotions and wills of living beings dispersed into the void, then gathered with yin baleful qi on the void's dark side, forming a netherworld.
The principle closely resembled the incense offerings of living beings within a divine kingdom domain, yet it involved neither deities nor heavenly demons. It was the circulation of spirituality at the level of the Heavenly Dao.
As the saying went, gold would always shine. The moment these items went on display, they drew plenty of attention.
"Come and look! What are these things?"
"Fellow Daoist, are you selling all this sand, stone, and vegetation?"
"How can dreamscape creations be this real and vivid? This aura, this texture-they're simply incredible!"
There was no shortage of discerning people. After a passing rogue cultivator happened to notice Li Ling's wares, others gathered around and began discussing them.
An old cultivator with a somewhat weathered appearance shamelessly ventured a question. "Fellow Daoist, may I ask