The Autumn Ze River region.
The poisonous mist here even carried Hunyuan Power. Ordinary early God Emperor low-tier Hunyuan Lifeforms would be poisoned if they inhaled too much.
Thus, apart from certain cultivators who practiced the Dao of Poison and Innate Primal Chaos Lifeforms that enjoyed devouring poisonous mist, few others came here.
There were many environments like this in the Autumn Ze River region. This was merely one of them, nothing remarkable.
A figure approached from afar.
A black invitation in his hand suddenly dissolved into wind.
A sensation of spatial distortion enveloped him.
As space shifted, he entered a Black Market.
Two shops, two rows of stalls.
One side displayed items for cultivators, while the other mainly carried things belonging to low-tier Hunyuan Lifeforms, as though the two sides were confronting each other.
However, rather than fighting to the death as they did outside, they confronted one another by selling goods.
The newly arrived White-Robed Youth surveyed the scene, then headed toward the stalls on the low-tier Hunyuan Lifeforms' side.
As a cultivator, he could buy items related to cultivators directly in the city. Why bother with a Black Market?
Only certain products of low-tier Hunyuan Lifeforms required their own "willingness." Otherwise, cultivators generally preferred to hunt them for profit.
The White-Robed Youth first visited the shop.
A slender, dreamlike figure shrouded in colorful light stood inside.
"What do you need?"
"I need..."
It was an ordinary transaction.
But when the White-Robed Youth left, faint ripples seemed to spread through space.
"Yinmeng, did he leave some kind of trick behind? Should I capture him?" A deep voice sounded beside Yinmeng's ear. "What happened?"
"He left some things behind."
"Can you identify what they are?"
"No. His mastery of space is profound. I can only observe them."
"Then there's