I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Seven days later, a piece of breaking news caused a huge sensation.

"Extra extra, the announcement from Green Grass City has been released, the minimum price for the Spirit Plant Field is 10 Spirit Essence..."

"Only one purchase per civilization allowed!!"

"Higher quality ones are priced higher, possibly between 50-300 Spirit Essence, with better effects and wider range, suitable for powerful races."

"Interested parties, please register at the office hall of the Trading Market. Civilization identity verification is required. Green Grass City will deliver goods to your door, without worrying about safety hazards in transit."

This news was like a bombshell, suddenly causing a splash.

10 Spirit Essence... really an undeniable price.

The price converted into Civilization Points is 0.2 Luck!

If you can't even afford this little amount, it's almost the same as going extinct.

As for the subsequent home delivery, it was also to standardize the rule of each city being limited to one purchase... whether these cities sell the field for short-term benefits, and a series of subsequent developments, have nothing to do with humans.

This news directly triggered a frenzy of grabbing among many races!

Because there are more monks than gruel, the cheapest "field" is in short supply. Nearly a thousand cities are scrambling for quotas, and various phenomena such as gambling and fighting are endlessly emerging.

Getting a field early might allow for several, even dozens of years of early development!

Finally, to reduce civilization conflicts, Green Grass City could only adopt a "lottery" method. The civilization that draws the lot has priority purchasing rights.

There is no way, luck is also a form of strength.

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"It's really lively, our Trading Market... sigh, it's really too far behind."

The dwarves knew their strategic objectives couldn't be achieved anymore ever since the Mirage Cloud Dragon appeared.

Since the emergence of the "Spirit Plant Field", they further understood that Green Grass City was undoubtedly the number one great clan in the Northern Territory.

And some great grandmaster craftsmen...

They couldn't help but feel a bit downcast, yet their foundation was indeed inferior to others, so there was nothing to complain about.

Gradually, the dwarves also figured out the reality—even some of the quick-witted ones proposed the idea of "buying a large quantity of products here and then transporting them back to their own territories to sell slowly".

Acting as scalpers, the important thing is the channel!

Besides, it really could make money. After all, the Northern Territory is just too large, and for many civilizations, the journey is far.

The main reason they didn't implement this plan was still... they temporarily couldn't swallow their pride.

"Council President, we bought the Spirit Plant Field... for 250 Spirit Essence!" A dwarf soldier, holding a cactus, excitedly walked in.

As a great clan, they only needed to buy the most expensive one and didn't have to draw lots to buy those of inferior quality.

Immediately, a group of craftsmen anxiously input Spark Energy, causing the "cactus" to emit twinkling green light.

Then comparing with the "Field Industrialization" books studied throughout the previous nights, they excitedly discussed one by one.

"The new theory created by the great grandmaster of craftsmen indeed has some merit."

"Master Li Datie's accomplishments are quite profound... Look at these energy lines, these engravings are all made with Fire Spark Engraving... most people here find it difficult to catch up to such levels." A craftsman showed the microscopic structure in the pot using a magnifying microscope.

"The principle of the field's emergence is very complex. They discovered a strange and complicated formula, and by adding some reverse-entropy elements, the formula could show numerous variations. Who knows how they came up with this."

"Yet ordinary craftsmen only need to follow the pattern to generate a field... This is really strange."

Rock Fist·Deep Furnace kept stroking his beard: "The specific principle certainly isn't as it appears on the surface… it very likely has to do with the deepest underlying laws."

He simply couldn't understand how a profession like a craftsman, which relies purely on inspiration, became a production line?

In the past, if a craftsman cleared his mind and produced on an assembly line, what was forged would certainly be a pile of junk—most of the materials would have to be wasted!

But now...

Of course, "Field Industrialization" still requires inspiration.

Even using formulas, there are still differences in the craftsman's creations.

It's just that the demand for "inspiration" was greatly reduced. That is, something very difficult was simplified—there really was an idea of benefiting all lives in it.

"Alas, clan elder, we've already lost. Why do you still have to offend that great grandmaster of craftsmen... going into a gambling fight with him..."

"Let's just admit it and live our own little lives. Why risk everything we have?" said Council President Stormbrew, as he was writing a report for the high council on the matter.

Although humans are unlikely to do anything to this old fellow...

But this is too reckless, the Dwarf Clan would definitely have to pay a large price to redeem him.

Thinking of this, he felt like spitting out several liters of blood. Why on earth did we come to engage in gambling here!

Rock Fist·Deep Furnace's old face turned red, his neck stiff, muttering unknown words: "I was just impulsive and proposed this requirement."

"Moreover, everyone wanted to witness the techniques of the grandmaster who forged the Myth! Without forcing him, how would he take action?"

"Exactly!" Other strangers chanted, "He hasn't figured it out yet, why are you admitting defeat?"

"If he doesn't win beautifully, that also counts as losing!"

"If he wins beautifully, we also have the [Immortal King], let him see our collective wisdom! The [Immortal King] is not inferior!"

The [Immortal King] stood in the next room, motionless, exuding an invisible pressure. It stood nearly a hundred meters tall, covered entirely with heavy metal armor, each piece engraved with intricate runes, flickering with a cold ghostly light.