"Fellow Daoist, take a look!"
The richly dressed middle-aged man flipped his wrist, and immortal light spilled from his sleeve, instantly condensing into a simple, ancient compass.
He deliberately lowered his voice, giving it an air of unfathomable mystery. "This item is called the Small Universe Compass. As for its true function... I believe Fellow Daoist can tell at a glance with your discerning eye."
Before his voice had even faded, the Sacred Temple disciple's tiger body shuddered, his gaze nailed firmly to the compass.
The compass face covered in verdigris, the obscure and difficult-to-decipher patterns from the Primordial Era, and the faintly exuded aura of yin and yang all tugged fiercely at his mind.
Especially when the other party "inadvertently" raised a finger, revealing the "Qian" character beneath it. Though covered in rust, it still radiated a majestic aura.
His heart abruptly stopped for a beat, and his blood surged straight to the crown of his head!
This style of writing had vanished as early as the end of the Primordial Era. Only the inscription on the base of the Immortal Gourd of Universe, the Universe Sacred Hall's treasured relic, contained an authentic record of it!
He desperately suppressed his excitement. His breathing grew hot and rapid. "Name your price. How many Immortal Yuan Stones?"
"Five hundred million Immortal Yuan Stones. No bargaining!"
The richly dressed middle-aged man swept out his hand, raised five fingers, and called out a staggering price. He then put on a compassionate expression. "Immortal King Qiankun once sheltered all living beings. What I, Jia, am doing can also count as contributing my meager strength to his descendants!"
"Good! I'll take it!"
The Sacred Temple disciple did not hesitate and cheerfully completed the transaction with the Spirit Stones.
In his view, if this could help