"This is the place." A figure solidified from a ray of light, somewhat hazy and illusory. "I wonder whether we'll gain anything this time." The man in blue sighed.
"Gain anything? Forget it. Just wipe the place out, then take the records back to Qingcheng to collect our reward," the illusory figure said mockingly.
"I, Ranling, am duty-bound to serve the Hall Master," the man in blue said solemnly.
"Do you really mean that?" Without waiting for the man in blue to answer, the illusory figure turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated, also providing him with guidance.
Following that guidance, the man in blue finally found the discordant spot in space.
"Let's finish this quickly." He sighed calmly, reached out, and released invisible fluctuations.
Enveloped by those fluctuations, the Black Market hidden within distorted space gradually shifted from illusory to solid and was dragged out.
Inside the Black Market.
The cultivators and even the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeforms all sensed the trembling of space.
For most of them, this was not the first time they had encountered this situation.
Immediately, figures began to dissipate.
Most turned into pure matter and energy, erasing their own traces.
A small minority, however, left things behind.
"Finally."
The young man in white, who had been repeatedly suspected of being a "spy," sensed the fluctuations.
"Space Dao and the Dao of Fluctuations? They're indeed present, but most of it comes from his bloodline."
He also saw the man in blue through space.
"God Emperor Ranling of Qingcheng?"
Qingqiang City was another of the Autumn Ze Seven Cities, and the one closest to this Black Market.
He also knew the information on God Emperor Ranling: he was a bloodline cultivator at God Emperor Perfection.
Moreover, he had switched to bloodline cultivation as a Mid