The Black Market of Ten Thousand Races.
The second sister sat in the conference room bored.
Next to her were the black market representatives of the other three races, and the old man of the Night Clan who had arrived at the black market not long ago.
In the huge round table conference room, a few people only sat on one side, and there were several vacant seats.
The old man of the Night Clan said in a deep voice: "It's almost time, we can start."
As soon as the voice fell, an illusory figure appeared in the other vacant seats.
They were the Grand Elder of the Temple of the Fiery Sun Clan, the elder of the Elder Council of the Night Clan, the Grand Duke of the Cloud Clan, and the representative of the Wisdom Clan.
The elder of the Night Clan spoke first: "The things were stolen on the road. It was a semi-god-level beast that spoke spiritual language, and there were others helping in secret."
"It is especially important to point out that the semi-god-level beast was carrying the fire of the Fiery Sun."
For a moment, the conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and several people focused their eyes on the second sister and the Grand Elder of the Temple.
The second sister glared at the manager of the Cloud Clan beside her: "If you look at me again, I'll dig your eyes out."
The birdman looked away angrily.
The elder spoke slowly: "It's just the Fiery Sun Fire, it doesn't mean anything."
"Who here can guarantee that there is no Fiery Sun Fire on your body at this moment?"
"Seven hundred years ago, the Temple traded a lot of Fiery Sun Fire with the nobles."
The second sister held her heavy conscience in her arms: "Maybe you, the Night Clan, stole the goods and wanted to put the blame on us."
The Grand Duke of the Cloud Clan said coldly: "You have no right to speak here, you are just here to listen."
The second sister looked directly at the shadow of the noble Lao Deng, and did not give in: "My father is the patriarch of the Fiery Sun Clan, if you are not satisfied with anything, go and tell my father."
With a "pop", the second sister slapped a Fiery Sun badge on the table.
The Duke of the Cloud Clan turned pale: "No courtesy."
The old man of the Night Clan who was escorting the convoy said: "The Fiery Sun Fire of that beast is very strong, and it can easily tear open my Night Domain. This intensity of Fiery Sun Fire only exists in the depths of the Fiery Sun Pool. The Fiery Sun Clan has never traded with us."
The representatives of the other two clans nodded.
There are also differences between Fiery Sun Fire and Fiery Sun Fire.
The fire in the depths of the Fiery Sun Pool is more intense than the fire outside.
Other ancient clans want to trade for the fire in the depths.
But except for the Spirit Clan, the Fiery Sun Clan has never given it to other ancient clans.
The great elder said calmly: "The most urgent task is not to pursue responsibility, after all, the incident has already happened."
"We are gathered together this time to discuss solutions."
"The Ten Thousand Clan Competition will begin in a few days, and we can't make any mistakes at this critical juncture."
The elder of the Night Clan looked at him and said: "It's not easy to solve it. The thing was divided into three parts."
"The Night Clan, the Spirit Clan, and the Lieyang Clan each have one."
"The Spirit Clan will not participate in this matter, just contribute your Lieyang Clan's contribution."
"In addition, the resources you used to compensate us for the Chaos Pearl will not be returned."
The Grand Duke of the Cloud Clan said: "If the Lieyang Clan contributes its own Chaos Pearl for free, I have no objection."
The plan everyone made before was that the Night Clan would provide the Chaos Pearl, and the Lieyang Clan, the Cloud Clan, and the Wisdom Clan would use corresponding resources to compensate.
Anyway, their Cloud Clan only provided one resource, and the Grand Duke didn't care who provided the Chaos Pearl.
"It's not that my Fiery Sun Clan is stingy and doesn't want to produce Chaos Orbs, but... ah~" The Great Elder sighed: "Forget it, the Fiery Sun Clan will produce new Chaos Orbs and will not charge you for your resources."
"I will immediately ask the Temple Army to escort them to the black market in three days, just in time for the Ten Thousand Clan Competition."
There is a space transmission array between the ancient clans and the Ten Thousand Clan Black Market, but Chaos Orbs cannot pass through the array and can only be transported by manpower.
The Grand Duke of the Cloud Clan said, "Very good, the problem is solved."
The elder of the Night Clan nodded slightly: "Now that the strange god has revived, we should unite closely."
"This may be our last chance. If we can't find life from the sky, the war of the gods an era ago will be replicated."
"But now... we have no gods anymore."
The Grand Duke said, "The strange god has revived, and the star gods of that era will also be revived."
"The war of gods is not something we mortals can participate in, so we should try to avoid it."
The Grand Elder of the Temple said softly, "In this case, everyone should prepare for it."
The four phantoms on the seats disappeared.
The representative of the Zhi Clan didn't say a word from beginning to end, like a blind man.
The sleepy second sister stretched and muttered, "These old things are too hypnotic."
The old man of the Night Clan who was escorting the caravan looked at the second sister: "According to the original plan, I will stay to be responsible for the security of the black market."
The second sister disagreed: "Whatever."
As she said, she got up and walked out of the meeting room.
It was already dark outside, but the streets were still very busy.
As the day of the competition drew closer,The closer they got, the more geniuses from all races gathered here.
They were not only for the competition rewards, but also for exploring the origin, wanting to find the answers they wanted to know from the source.
The second sister frowned: "My right eyelid has been twitching recently. I always feel that something bad is going to happen. I hope I am overthinking."
...
In the clouds above the entrance of the black market, Bai Bai was circling nearby with Qin Ze on his back.
It must be said that Bai Bai's flying speed was much faster than Yuan Kui, and the time on the road was shortened by more than half.
"Strange, I remember that this is clearly here. I walked through it twice. How did it become the entrance to a small world?"
Bai Bai looked at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Races Black Market in confusion.
Although ten thousand years have passed, the terrain and topography nearby have not changed much.
Everything around can match the picture in memory, except that the entrance to chaos has disappeared, replaced by an independent world.
Qin Ze asked: "Are you sure this is the place?"
Bai Bai nodded: "I walked here twice, this is it."
Qin Ze thought of the Zero Alien World, using the world to suppress the world, and the other world is the entrance to chaos.
The Ten Thousand Races Black Market is likely to work in the same way.
Qin Ze had been wondering why the Ten Thousand Races Black Market was chosen in such a remote place.
It turned out that the Ten Thousand Races Black Market was not chosen by the Ancient Race, but this world had already existed.
Bai Bai said: "I have brought you here, where is the reward?"
Qin Ze replied: "You said you would take me to find the entrance to Chaos, but I didn't see any money for the entrance to Chaos."
Bai Bai's eyes widened: "But I have already led you!"
Qin Ze: "Where is the entrance to Chaos?"
Bai Bai was anxious: "I... I don't know either."
Qin Ze raised his mouth: "Then I can't give you a reward, otherwise it will violate our previous contract."
"Mr. Bai Bai, you don't want others to know that you are an eagle who doesn't keep his word, right?"
Bai Bai couldn't help but open his mouth wide, how could this be possible?
Bai Bai, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, once again realized the evil of human hearts.
"My life will be ruined by you humans."