The reason they were so surprised was because of the value of these purple coins. Saint-grade purple coins were necessary to exchange resources with the all-heavens. Other than that, bartering was not allowed by the Legalists.
Of course, there was another reason. These purple coins had the backing of the Lord of Paramita and the strong support of the Legalists. That was why they had such an effect.
The all-heavens were not like the Land of Chaos, where the Law of Chaos and the Legalists existed. Most of the time, bartering was not allowed.
Other than private transactions within civilizations, transactions between civilizations were usually done using purple coins.
The highest grade circulating in the all-heavens was Immortal-grade. Saint-grade purple coins could not be circulated. They could only be traded in the markets between the all-heavens and the all-heavens.
They could only purchase high-grade resources from the all-heavens civilizations.
The three Universal Civilizations probably did not have one million Saint-grade purple coins in total. However, this phoenix was worth one million Saint-grade purple coins?
For a moment, they even suspected that Masakazu Tōno had said something wrong. He had said Immortal-grade purple coins instead of Saint-grade purple coins.
"That's right. I'm talking about Saint-grade purple coins."
Masakazu Tōno repeated himself. "Since things have already progressed to this stage, I might as well tell you that we will buy all the Primitive Race captives you have captured. Just like before, we will use Immortal-grade purple coins to buy them. However, we can give you one million Saint-grade purple coins for this phoenix."
The three of them were not stupid. They suddenly understood something. The Mysterious Underworld Race had come here to facilitate this matter. They had bought captives and given them shackles. They had probably planned all of this behind the scenes.
The Mysterious Underworld Race's motive for doing this was very simple. They wanted to borrow their hands to avoid attracting the attention of other ancient civilizations in the all-heavens.
Although the Mysterious Underworld Race was the overlord of the all-heavens, they were not invincible. For example, the Mysterious Underworld Race's archenemy was the second-ranked Void Race.
The Void Race had always been eyeing the Mysterious Underworld Race's position as the overlord. Those void lifeforms were practically the Mysterious Underworld Race's nemesis.
As long as the Void Race could penetrate the Flowing Light Armor, the Mysterious Underworld Race would definitely die.
However, the Mysterious Underworld Race's Flowing Light Armor was constantly evolving. Therefore, the Void Race did not pull the Mysterious Underworld Race down from their position as the overlord.
The three of them understood that if the Mysterious Underworld Race personally made a move, they would be discovered by the Void Race, who was watching them closely, even without mobilizing such a huge military force.
Furthermore, they weren't a subsidiary civilization of the Mysterious Underworld Race, so this matter was flawless.
In the myriad of worlds, every civilization had a backer. Without a backer, it would be difficult for a civilization to survive.
However, the backer of a beginner civilization was usually an intermediate civilization, the backer of an intermediate civilization was usually an advanced civilization, and the advanced civilization belonged to an ancient civilization.
A civilization like the Mysterious Underworld Race would have at least hundreds or thousands of advanced civilizations under them. The three Universal Civilizations also belonged to an advanced civilization, but this advanced civilization did not belong to the Mysterious Underworld Race or the Void Race.
Ancient civilizations like the Mysterious Underworld Race would often send out advanced civilizations to deal with the advanced civilizations of the Void Race.
The three commanders looked at each other. Naturally, they wouldn't leak the news. This one million Saint level purple gold was actually a fee to keep their mouths shut.
If they dared to overestimate their abilities and interfere with the affairs of the ancient civilizations, they would be attacked by the Mysterious Underworld Race.
No, the Mysterious Underworld Race didn't even need to make a move personally. They only needed to send a few advanced civilizations to easily destroy them.
The Legalists didn't care about the conflicts between civilizations. They only protected the Primal Chaos Law and the authority of the Paramita Master.
After a moment of silence, the three commanders said in unison, "The captives are all yours. We don't want to know anything."
They now knew that these captives were very important to the Mysterious Underworld Race. However, they didn't dare have any other thoughts.
An ordinary man's wealth was his own ruin!
"We can attack!" Masakazu Tōno sat back down.
After the Mysterious Underworld Race discovered the uniqueness of the Desolate Race, they started to search for the Desolate Race's lair.
However, the Mysterious Underworld Race didn't touch the Desolate Race because they didn't want to alert the Void Race.
However, they quickly thought of a way to use the original forces of this homeland to deal with the Desolate Race. This process was very slow.
During this time, something major happened. The forces that the Mysterious Underworld Race had established in the Chaotic Homeland had been completely uprooted.
The new Chaos Master was actually the Sacred Son of the Divine Inscription Hall.
However, the Mysterious Underworld Race didn't know that the Sacred Son of the Divine Inscription Hall was the true leader of the Desolate Race.
"As long as we capture all the Desolate Race and extract the ancient bloodline in their bodies, the Void Race will be completely destroyed by the Mysterious Underworld Race sooner or later. We will even have a chance to ascend to the heavens!"
Masakazu Tōno thought to himself. "Oh, right. There is also the true leader of the Desolate Race. The powerhouses they let out all have such dense bloodlines, let alone that mysterious leader."
Dongye Masanwa didn't know that the new Chaos Master was the leader he was looking for. According to the Mysterious Underworld Race's assessment, the new Chaos Master was the leader he was looking for.
The Desolate Race's bloodline was unique. However, talent alone was useless in the Chaotic Realm. Without sufficient resources, one's talent simply couldn't be unleashed.
Therefore, after the Desolate Race obtained resources, their speed of growth would often surpass that of cultivators of many civilizations. However, they had too many cultivators to feed. Even though they obtained large amounts of resources, they were very scattered.
Even though that leader was very strong, he couldn't possibly be stronger than him. In his opinion, a Void Returning Realm cultivator was just an ant.
"The only flaw is the change in the Chaotic Homeland!" This was what Masakazu Tōno was truly worried about. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have needed to use so many resources and take the risk to enter this place."
The Chaotic Homeland was the Mysterious Underworld Race's base in the Land of Chaos. Now that the Mysterious Underworld Race forces in the Chaotic Homeland had been uprooted, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack if they wanted to capture all the Desolate Race cultivators that Zhu Que had let out.
However, since they were searching for a needle, the Mysterious Underworld Race took advantage of the situation and prepared to send an army into the Land of Chaos while the forces in the Chaotic Homeland had been uprooted.
Their true goal naturally wasn't to risk universal condemnation and take back control of the Chaotic Homeland. Their goal was to capture the Desolate Race cultivators that had escaped.
Under the orders of the three Universal Civilizations' commanders, the cultivators of the three Universal Civilizations launched a frenzied attack on the Black Dragon Stockade's formation.
Their attacks fell like rain and covered the formation's light screen. However, because they were too scattered and not concentrated, the damage done to the formation was actually limited.
However, the Desolate Race cultivators inside the formation were extremely suppressed. They weren't afraid of death because they knew that after they died, they could be revived in His Majesty's inner world.
However, not all cultivators were willing to become the dead.
The attacks continued for an hour and gradually weakened. Finally, the three Universal Civilizations' commanders walked out and shouted, "Come out, Phoenix. We want to talk to you!"
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