Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Three transformed, flawless true domains.

And, seventy-eight monstrous black holes filled with billions of units of primal blood.

Seventy-eight!

boom!

Mo Yuan's immortal Dao heart, which had been dormant for countless years, trembled violently.

He finally understood what those eight hundred drops were for.

That kid.

Could it be that he intends to remove those eighty-one extreme points in his body that defy the laws of physics?

All transformed into a flawless true realm?!

Oh my god!

Mo Yuan's breathing became unusually rapid at this moment.

Eighty-one flawless true domains.

Once the construction is successful.

What kind of terrifying monster would that be?

How much will this kid's strength inflate by then?

I'm afraid even those high-ranking and respected figures wouldn't dare to challenge its might!

Mo Yuan swallowed hard.

He put down his teacup.

His expression became more solemn than ever before.

He looked at Gu Tianfeng, then at Su Yu.

He shook his head slightly.

"Ancient Sect Master".

"I don't have that many on hand."

Mo Yuan spoke frankly, without the slightest hint of a businessman's shrewdness.

"The Eastern Wilderness Branch's treasury contains only one hundred and thirty drops at most."

Looking at Gu Tianfeng's slightly disappointed expression.

Mo Yuan changed the subject.

"but."

"I can apply for this resource from the headquarters of Zhongtian Shenzhou."

"This is an exceptionally large resource."

Even at the general level, it takes time to raise and allocate funds.

Mo Yuan looked at Su Yu.

His eyes revealed an undeniable sincerity.

"As long as we can raise the money."

"The Starsea Merchant Guild will not charge a single penny for these eight hundred drops of Origin True Liquid."

"Consider it a small gift for my young friend Su."

It's free.

This is an astonishing fortune, enough to buy several second-rate sects.

But Mo Yuan calculated it very clearly.

Although Origin True Liquid is precious, it is essentially only a resource at the Domain Lord level.

For immortal powerhouses, they are only used to train the next generation; they have no use for themselves.

Use resources that high-level cultivators wouldn't need.

Invest in a monster that will inevitably surpass the pinnacle of the universe in the future.

This deal is a sure thing, you can't lose money.

Su Yu stood still.

Her eyelids were slightly lowered.

The source of the 800 drops of the original liquid has been found.

His primary objective for this trip has been achieved.

As for Mo Yuan's overtures, he was well aware of them and did not refuse.

Having the right resources is more important than anything else.

Mo Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Tianfeng again.

"Except for this."

"Sect Master Gu, is there anything else you require?"

Gu Tianfeng turned his head and looked at Su Yu again.

Ask for his opinion.

He knew very well that he could stand here and negotiate terms on equal footing with an immortal powerhouse.

It was all thanks to Su Yu's military force that they were deterred.

The senior's strength is the key to the negotiations between the Desolate Martial God Temple and the Star Sea Merchant Guild.

Su Yu shook his head slightly.

"That's all."

Having received Su Yu's statement, Gu Tianfeng felt more confident.

He turned his head and began to discuss the specific details of the development of the secret realm with Mo Yuan.

The handover of formations.

Personnel allocation.

Resource extraction methods and transportation channels.

Both were cunning old foxes who controlled their respective territories, and their experience was exceptionally profound.

In just a few words, the framework for cooperation was finalized.

The discussion is over.

Mo Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly and revealed his true purpose.

"All resources produced in the secret realm."

"The Heavenly Demon Source Crystal, and fragments of immortal matter mixed within it."

"The Star Sea Chamber of Commerce and the Desolate Martial God Temple will split the profits 50/50."

That's what he ultimately needs.

The previously sent Taixu-level fragments and the promised 800 drops of Origin True Liquid.

All the costs were paving the way for this step.

When doing business with smart people, there's no need for beating around the bush.

Gu Tianfeng fell into a brief silence.

Divide it 50/50.

This means the temple has to give up half of its top-tier resources.

but.

Gu Tianfeng saw things very clearly.

Developing the Heavenly Demon Realm is like dancing on a knife's edge.

Although half of the income was given up, most of the risk was also given up.

The Star Sea Chamber of Commerce's manpower and resources are exactly what the temple urgently needs.

That's fair.

Gu Tianfeng raised his head and looked directly into Mo Yuan's eyes.

"A 50/50 split is acceptable."

"However, my temple has one strict requirement."

Gu Tianfeng's tone was extremely solemn.

"During the opening of the secret realm."

"The Starsea Chamber of Commerce requires an Immortal-level expert to be stationed there year-round!"

This is the bottom line.

"The Heavenly Demon Emperor in the Abyss Demon Well is at the Immortal level."

"Once the seal loosens, or it breaks free."

"Without an immortal powerhouse to suppress it, the entire Eastern Wilderness will be devastated."

Mo Yuan smiled slightly.

This was already part of his plan.

"That's how it should be."

"I will personally oversee the Desolate Martial God Temple."

"Until the secret realm is fully developed."

Negotiation is over.

An agreement was reached on the distribution of benefits.

Gu Tianfeng let out a long breath.

The burden that had weighed on my heart for thousands of years has finally been half lifted.

He turned around and looked at the forbidden area deep in the back mountain, which was shrouded in mist all year round.

"In that case..."

"Then, let's open the secret realm."

Gu Tianfeng led the way.

Su Yu and Mo Yuan walked side by side, following behind.

The three of them passed through layers of broken array barriers and arrived at an ancient altar.

This is the core of the Demon-Suppressing Array.

The altar was surrounded by densely packed, obscure runes.

Each rune is stained with the dried, dark red primordial blood of the ancestral masters of past generations.

It exudes a heavy and tragic atmosphere of bygone eras.

Gu Tianfeng stopped in his tracks.

His expression became more solemn than ever before.

"The two of you."

Gu Tianfeng turned around, his tone extremely solemn.

"The moment the formation is activated, a large amount of abyssal demonic energy will leak out."

"We must be careful."

"We must be extremely cautious."

"If we accidentally release the aura of that Heavenly Demon Emperor and it resonates with the Heavenly Demons outside, it will be troublesome."

Mo Yuan nodded slightly.

The fluctuations of the laws at the immortal level spread out silently.

The entire altar, along with the surrounding space for hundreds of miles, was completely sealed off.

This created an isolated purple domain.

Su Yu stood to the side.

The white robe swayed gently in the breeze.

Gu Tianfeng saw that the two were ready.

I took a deep breath.

He bit his fingertip until it bled.

It forced out a drop of pure World Lord's original blood.

With a flick of a finger.

The primordial blood fell into the groove in the center of the altar.

Om-! ! !

The ancient altar, silent for hundreds of millions of years, emitted a deep rumble at this moment.

The runes stained with the blood of the patriarch lit up one by one.

It emitted a dazzling dark golden light.

Gu Tianfeng rapidly formed hand seals, unleashing a series of obscure spells.

The formation slowly unfolded.

The mist deep in the back mountain began to churn violently.

It was as if an invisible hand was slowly tearing it apart.

Click.

A very faint sound of space cracking rang out.

A chilling, malevolent, and devouring abyssal aura emanated from it.

It surged out like a tide along the crack.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Even the spatial barriers sizzled under the corrosive influence of this aura.

As the formation was fully deployed.

A towering, pitch-black spatial rift, tens of thousands of feet high, slowly took shape in the void behind the altar.