A divine spark was the very core of a deity, the essence of their Dao fruit. Possessing a divine spark meant one was a god; without it, one would fall from the divine pedestal and utterly perish. Even in death, a divine spark could allow resurrection through faith. This alone illustrated just how precious it truly was.
Naturally, Yi Tianxing remained skeptical about the rumors of a divine spark existing within the tomb.
Still, if it truly was the tomb of the Pharaoh King, it undoubtedly contained earth-shattering wealth, countless treasures, and infinite secrets. Benefiting from it could allow one to soar like a dragon, with cultivation leaping by miles in a single day.
Thus, the Flame Lion King, the Sphinx, and the black-robed undead cultivator were merely a part of what lay hidden. The prior clashes were no more than tests. No one knew how many powerful beings still lurked in the shadows. That was also why even someone like Cao Cao hadn't gone all out yet—no one wanted to be wounded and give others the chance to benefit as the fisherman.
"Which races are currently preparing to vie for the tomb's treasures?"Yi Tianxing asked again.
"So far, there are the Beastmen, Undead, Dark Elves, Trolls, Cyclopes, Earth Spirits, and Molekin. There may be others yet to arrive. But one thing is certain—the longer this drags on, the more powerhouses will gather. As for the Wei Dynasty trying to stop them... that's nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a cart. Destruction is only a matter of time."The stall owner spoke slowly.
Indeed, as he claimed, he was quite well-informed and could answer every question swiftly.
"It seems the Wei Dynasty won't be able to hold out. Its fall is only a matter of time."Yi Tianxing muttered to himself. He didn't deny it. Once all the hidden experts among the foreign races revealed themselves, even with trump cards, the Wei Dynasty would be doomed. Resisting them would be too difficult.
After asking a few more questions, Yi Tianxing left. Of course, he paid well, leaving behind a heap of shining Eternal Coins. The golden light was dazzling, deeply captivating.
This scene was witnessed by many.
Interest flickered openly in their eyes—but in the black market, no one dared act. Violence was strictly forbidden here. Anyone who violated the rules would suffer horrific consequences. It was said that when the black market first appeared, a foreign cultivator attempted robbery—only to be sliced into meat chunks by flying daggers from the void. A terrifying sight.
Even their soul was annihilated, leaving only the true spirit to enter reincarnation.
Since then, no one dared violate black market law.
Indeed, the black market had everything imaginable. Magic weapons, spiritual treasures, rare materials—an eye-opening experience.
For instance, Yi Tianxing now stood before a stall surrounded by a small crowd. All cloaked in black robes, their race and identity were hidden—yet here, such things made no difference.
The stall owner too wore a black robe. But beside him stood a long banner, bearing ancient script:
"Decompose All Things"
Yi Tianxing's pupils narrowed. A thought flashed in his mind.
Cultivation Trades – Decompositionist!! 🌟Among the myriad cultivation arts, aside from mainstream professions like Alchemists, Forgers, and Talisman Makers, there existed other arcane trades. These too served as paths of cultivation and means of defense.
Such as the Decompositionist, Paper Artisan, Threadbinder, Skin Painter, Gu Master, and Soul Ferryman—each with unique strengths, capable of acquiring resources or wielding specialized divine abilities.
Take the Decompositionist 🌟: they could break down discarded weapons or magical artifacts, extracting precious materials for reuse—immensely reducing costs. Some materials were exceedingly rare, and recovering them from broken weapons could make one rich overnight.
At that moment, a massive sword lay before the Decompositionist. The blade was broken—about a third of it missing. Its internal formations were incomplete, the structure unstable. It was clearly a useless piece of junk.
The Decompositionist ran his hand over it. A silvery light emerged, imbued with Daoist rhythm. Under this light, the sword began to crumble into powder—revealing several materials hovering in midair.
"Red Copper Essence, Flame Stone, Iceiron, Silverstar Iron."
Yi Tianxing's eyes gleamed with curiosity. These were the sword's core components. Though lesser in quantity than when first forged, the precise extraction was remarkable. This was turning trash into treasure.
"Amazing—this broken sword just transformed into valuable materials. That Silverstar Iron is especially rare, usually priced by the tael!"
"So this is the power of a Decompositionist. Turning worthless junk into high-value goods. Just this one process could multiply its value tenfold, even a hundredfold!"
Spectators around them gasped in awe. The method was simply too miraculous.
"I heard to become a Decompositionist, you must open a Life Aperture called Decomposition, then derive a divine ability from it. Top-tier Decompositionists are monsters. No one dares fight them—your magical treasures are like tofu before them, easily turned to raw materials."
"Yeah, one expert once fought a Decompositionist. This guy was a hoarder of magical treasures. By the end of the battle, all his items were reduced to base materials. He left in tears, broke and broken. Ever since, he runs the moment he sees a Decompositionist!"
In the cultivation world, Decompositionists were feared like tigers. Especially by wealthy cultivators laden with treasures—they'd rather avoid confrontation entirely.
Clearly, this one was highly respected—everyone stepped forward in turn, handed over their items, paid, and left without complaint.
Yi Tianxing gave the Decompositionist a long look, then turned to leave. He had nothing to decompose—most broken items had been devoured by the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower, which was even more efficient, leaving not even dregs behind.
"Interesting. This world still has much to explore. Decompositionists—this is a profession that doesn't even exist within the Great Yi Dynasty. If I can uncover their inheritance, I might be able to establish the tradition in Great Yi."Yi Tianxing pondered.
Without doubt, Decompositionists could greatly reduce resource consumption. Their value was immeasurable.
As he moved on, another stall caught his attention.
It displayed all sorts of paper-cut and origami items.
Paper dolls, paper cranes, paper bridges, paper houses…
The vendor, too, wore a black robe and held a pair of scissors. He took a piece of luminous white paper and, with deft motions, shaped it into a lifelike paper figure. From its clothing to limbs, every detail was intricately cut. Once complete, he gently blew on it and placed it beside the other items.
A faint spiritual rhythm emanated from the figure.
"Paper doll... you're a Paper Craftsman?" 🌟Yi Tianxing asked.
"Mm."The robed man gave a simple reply.
Yi Tianxing wasn't unfamiliar with paper dolls. The Paper Scholar of the Great Yi Dynasty also practiced some paper-crafting arts—but he lacked full inheritance and wasn't a true Paper Artisan.
The man before him clearly was.
"Can you introduce these paper items?"Yi Tianxing asked.
"Paper figures, crafted through Paper Art, become puppets that can assist with chores or serve as maids. They require spiritual energy to function and can use spirit stones as fuel."
"There are also combat paper dolls capable of unexpected attacks."
"This is a Paper Crane, which can transform into a celestial crane and fly through the skies. Faster than conventional flight. It can be activated with true essence and folded back down afterward—very convenient for travel."
"This is a Paper Horse, able to travel a thousand miles a day."
"This is a Paper Bridge, capable of spanning space itself and connecting distant locations."
The Paper Craftsman gave his introduction.
Though they looked like simple paper constructs, each harbored mystical powers—far from ordinary.