A dozen years later.
Qianyang City's large auction event.
Aaron was in a private room that cost him a thousand spirit stones.
He calmly manipulated a token magic weapon and joined the bidding.
"Eighty-seven thousand low-grade spirit stones!"
"This 'Disaster Crossing Pill' belongs to the guest in room number thirty-seven with the character 'earth'!"
...
On the stage, the host announced the ownership of another 'Disaster Crossing Pill'.
Meanwhile, Qi Refining cultivators in the hall were discussing: "This is...the second one, right? The guest in room number thirty-seven with the character 'earth' is indeed rich!"
"You don't understand, buying two of them is for fear of failing the Gold Core Formation once... but not being able to afford the Five Elements Golden Core Pill... this is the choice of the poor..."
"The price of the Disaster Crossing Pill at the auction house has dropped quite a bit recently..."
