The Primordial Upheaval Era where geniuses flock across the realms, their hands blocking the sun and their feets parting the turbulent waves. Powerful figures from different races gathered in a small inconspicuous black store, the heavens shuddered, but they were unconcerned, with a smiling and faltering face they talked to the handsome young man at the counter.
Peerless Sword Saint: Benefactor Ye, do you have the Heavenly Lightning Sword?
Demon Empress: Honey, please tell me you have my immortal grade technique and beast..
Fairy Moon Celestial: Husband, I need a Chaos Moon Gem.
A cold and emotionless voice asked from the counter, "Did you enough money?"
