At one that afternoon, representatives of many civilizations arrived at the central conference hall. The square and corridors were filled with representatives of every shape and form, including a few towering creatures dozens of meters tall. It was a rare bustle of activity.
The central conference hall covered an area roughly equivalent to two hundred sports fields. Like a cyberpunk building, it had every kind of holographic projection device imaginable.
Together, all its rooms could accommodate five hundred thousand people, allowing several thousand civilizations to attend a conference together.
The building's walls and floors were made of special materials that could block superpowers to a certain extent. Each civilization had a private room, separated from the others, which could reduce many conflicts.
Of course, civilizations on good terms could gather together without much trouble.
The Wanhai Civilization certainly knew how to do business, too. Renting such a large conference hall for a day cost only four yuan.
Zhang Ming and the others found a private room and sat down, quietly awaiting the new information the Poison-Eye Civilization would bring.
Over the years, they had also figured out which civilizations were the strongest in this World Cluster.
The first tier was naturally the Wanhai Civilization.
The Wanhai Civilization truly stood in a league of its own. With so many civilizations active in the trading market, there was no way to estimate its wealth or the number of powerful individuals it had. They could only infer a few details about this mysterious civilization from the goods it sold.
The Wanhai Civilization was truly mysterious. As long as no one trampled on the trading market's rules, it generally stayed out of things.
The rises and falls of commodities such as The Starry Night Shells and Divine Beast remains-they had never been seen taking