BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 685: Chapter 685: The Spatial Trade Fair

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The term Spatial Trade Fair was something quite unfamiliar across Central Plains. Not many knew of it. Looking across the entire continent, only those at the very top — the most elite powers and peak experts — were even aware that such a thing existed.

It was a private circle that belonged solely to the highest echelon of the Dou Qi Continent. For anyone whose standing wasn’t high enough, forget participating — they wouldn’t even be able to touch the threshold.

At the beginning, the so-called Spatial Trade Fair didn’t have an official organizer. It started out more like a private gathering where powerful individuals exchanged information and treasures.

But no matter what, all things needed rules and balance. So, over time, it gradually became more structured and formalized. As years went by and its scale expanded, a suitable host was finally chosen.

However, the host wasn’t a single powerhouse or one mighty sect. Instead, it was jointly maintained by three seemingly obscure sects that most people had barely even heard of — Ground Line Gate, Mysterious Space Sect, and Reflecting Treasure Mountain.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these three sects’ names weren’t even as famous as that of the Four Pavilion. But in terms of true strength — even top-tier forces like Burning Flame Valley or Profound Sky Sect couldn’t compare.

Central Plains was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The so-called One Hall, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, Four Pavilions. was merely what people saw on the surface — it didn’t represent every power that existed.

Many seemingly inconspicuous, low-key factions actually possessed terrifying foundations and power that couldn’t be underestimated.

These three hosting sects, because of their reserved style, rarely showed themselves in public — which was why ordinary people hardly knew their names. But among the true peak experts of Central Plains, these three were regarded as extremely trustworthy.

After countless years of cooperation and trade among countless discerning experts, they were collectively chosen to act as the fair’s organizers — which naturally ensured that no accidents or betrayals would occur.

Over the years, under the joint management of the three sects, the Spatial Trade Fair had only grown more and more prosperous. Some reclusive experts, who hadn’t appeared in the world for centuries, would sometimes be drawn out of seclusion by the rare treasures showcased there.

In truth, this place could be called the highest-tier trading venue in the entire Dou Qi Continent. Here, even Heaven Grade cultivation techniques and Dou Techniques were not that rare. Of course, fairness was the rule — no one was allowed to harbor malicious intent in such a place.

Anyone who dared to act against the rules would not only face the combined hunt of the three hosting sects, but also become a public enemy of every expert present — hunted and cursed by all.

Every participant was required to swear an oath to uphold order during the trade fair. Anyone who disrupted it would be attacked by everyone collectively.

True experts valued their reputation and face. They were willing to abide by the most basic rules of the game. Most were faithful to their oaths. The stronger a person was, the more they cherished their reputation. They would never tarnish their name for temporary gain.

So although there had been violators in past years, none of them met a good end. Precisely because of this, the Spatial Trade Fair had steadily grown, earning universal trust and drawing in more and more top-tier powerhouses.

The venue of the fair was located deep in a barren desert in the northeastern region of Central Plains. Normally, sandstorms raged there, making the place utterly uninhabitable.

The land was poor and lifeless. No sect or force would ever choose to establish a base there. Over time, the desolation only deepened. No one would ever imagine that in such a place — where not even wild beasts wanted to tread — stood the most exclusive trading site of Central Plains.

Whoosh!

Outside the desert, the clear sky suddenly trembled with a faint sound of the air being torn apart. In the next instant, three blurred figures flickered across the sky. A heartbeat later, they appeared above the desert’s edge and came to a halt in midair.

”So, this is the place?” Xiao Yan looked up at the vast expanse of yellow sand swirling before him, surprise flickering in his eyes.

”Mm, yes, this is the place,” Yao Lao said with a smile and nodded.

His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings before he chuckled softly. ”It might look like a deserted wasteland where not even birds bother to stop, but if you pay close attention and extend your senses, you’ll notice—there are quite a few powerful auras hidden within.”

Hearing that, both Wei Yang and Xiao Yan raised their eyebrows slightly. With a thought, their Soul Perception spread outward like a vast tide, enveloping the area in an instant.

Soon after, expressions of mild astonishment appeared on their faces. Even with just a quick, rough scan, they had already detected no fewer than a hundred distinct presences across the desert.

The weakest among them... were at least at the Three-Star Dou Zun level. Among those, there was even one particular aura that carried a unique fluctuation.

That wave—it was unmistakable. They both recognized it immediately. It was something only a Dou Sheng-level expert possessed: Dou Sheng Pressure.

”No wonder this is called the most exclusive trade fair in Central Plains. It can actually draw in this many top-tier powerhouses,” Xiao Yan couldn’t help but whisper in admiration.

Wei Yang nodded slightly as well.

Those high-tier experts who were normally impossible to encounter were now gathered together in one place—a rare sight indeed. Those they had sensed just now were likely not all of them. It was only a superficial scan.

There were definitely more hidden presences they hadn’t noticed yet, and probably even more strong ones still on their way.

”Hehe, what you sensed is just a small portion,” Yao Lao said with a chuckle as he stroked his beard. ”Once we go inside, you’ll truly understand why this fair is said to be high-end. The name is no exaggeration.”

Then his expression grew slightly serious as he added, ”When we enter that area later, keep a low profile. The place is filled with experts—some hidden sects may seem obscure, but within their gates could be an old monster at the Dou Sheng level.”

”And those ancient hermits... they dislike attracting attention.”

”So, unless absolutely necessary, try not to provoke anyone.”

”Understood.” Seeing Yao Lao’s solemn look, both Wei Yang and Xiao Yan nodded slightly.

Though the three of them were strong, they were far from invincible. Moving carefully wasn’t a bad thing.

”Of course,” Yao Lao added with a faint smile, ”if someone does come looking for trouble, we won’t just sit there and take it.”

A One-Star Dou Sheng might not be considered invincible at the Spatial Trade Fair, but Yao Lao held another identity that made people hesitate to cross him — the Saint Yao, the publicly acknowledged number one alchemist in Central Plains.

With that title, even Dou Sheng-level experts had to treat him with a degree of respect. Though he had yet to publicly refine a Tier 9 Treasure Pill, no one in their right mind doubted his ability to do so.

”Let’s go.”

As his words fell, Yao Lao stopped speaking, waved his hand, and his figure was the first to stride into the air, heading toward the depths of the desert. Behind him, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan immediately followed.

Along the way, the roaring sandstorms that swept through the desert vanished automatically the moment they came within a hundred meters of their bodies. What ordinary people considered terrifying sandstorms posed absolutely no resistance to them.

Before long, the three arrived deep within the desert. Finally, they stopped atop a steep sand dune.

Standing on the dune, they looked ahead—and saw, right at the desert’s center, in the sunken basin surrounded by towering sand peaks, a massive spatial black hole nearly a hundred meters wide, rotating slowly.

From within it, waves of suction gently spread outward. At that moment, on the surrounding dunes, several powerful figures could be seen flashing by, each descending rapidly before diving straight into the black hole and disappearing.

That... was the entrance to the Spatial Trade Fair.

It was clear that within lay an independently developed massive space — perhaps even a small self-contained world.

Such a feat was anything but ordinary.

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