I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 616 - 473: Erased History (Part 2)

After a brief silence, the Giant Spirit God uttered four chilling words: "It eats people."

"What?!" The entire group recoiled in shock.

"It’s extremely unique, periodically emitting a peculiar signal in its vicinity," the Giant Spirit God explained in a deep tone laced with gravity. "Humans and other lifeforms alike feel an irresistible pull toward it. Approaching the sphere means getting absorbed inside, vanishing forever."

"Why not just destroy it right there?" Athena asked, her voice tinged with confusion—something so hazardous ought to have been eliminated ages ago.

The Giant Spirit God shook his head, a flicker of complexity in his gaze: "No one besides me can even perceive this sphere."

This revelation stunned everyone further—the sphere was plainly visible in the image, so how could it be invisible to others?

"It doesn’t just lure victims; it also emits mental energy that causes the outside world to unconsciously ignore it," the Giant Spirit God clarified. "I alone resist this mental manipulation, yet despite countless attempts, I’ve failed to obliterate it."

"Maybe it’s a demon boasting immense spiritual strength?" Poseidon murmured thoughtfully before inquiring, "Didn’t you alert your local authorities? Even if they couldn’t deal with it, the Empire’s elite squads handle such threats."

The Giant Spirit God fell quiet once more, only speaking after a long pause: "Our world lies beyond the Empire’s domain."

Sudden realization dawned on the group—the universe sprawls endlessly, and despite millennia of expansion in the Central Star Realm, myriad planets remain unexplored.

They refrained from probing deeper, knowing not every civilization craves Empire oversight; perhaps the Giant Spirit God’s homeworld stood independent.

"I can’t pinpoint anything yet, but I’ll dig into records later for similar cases," Poseidon offered first.

"Count me in for the search." True Martial Emperor nodded firmly.

The rest chimed in agreement—the Mythical Society’s vibe stayed united, with members rallying to aid any in distress.

"Thank you." The Giant Spirit God expressed deep gratitude softly, his towering form retreating to his usual unobtrusive, quiet demeanor.

"Anyone else sharing?" Poseidon surveyed the room, and with no takers, announced, "Time to commence trading."

"Me first!" Ares jumped up eagerly, revealing an azure-red bead in his grasp—the Blood Spirit Bead holding Dragon Blood.

He fixed his solemn gaze on Qin Tian: "King of the Underworld, all the dragon blood I’ve gathered these past six months is stored here, plus dragon liver, heart, and tendons. I’ll share some with you, trading the remainder to Athena."

With that, he produced numerous crystal vials of assorted sizes, dragon organs preserved in blood within, faint Spiritual Energy Arrays glowing on the surfaces to sustain their vitality.

He split the vials into two piles, sliding one to Qin Tian and the other to Athena.

"Alright." Qin Tian nodded, holding off on claiming the goods as he turned to Taoist Duobao.

Taoist Duobao got the hint, turning his hand to reveal a Blood Spirit Bead matching Ares’ own.

"Ares, Duobao made this Blood Spirit Bead for me; it functions almost identically to yours," Qin Tian stated. "I’ll swap for the one you hold, handing you this fresh one—our exchange sets up ongoing trades."

Next, he pulled out a belt embedded with ten blue gems and passed it to Ares: "Here’s your payment, packed with fifteen thousand freshly made Explosive Iron Balls."

Since Li Qi’s supplies reached Ice Extreme Pass, Qin Tian had devoted much of his non-cultivation time to forging Explosive Iron Balls and Space Equipment.

Lately, he’d unlocked a breakthrough—the Demon King Avatar could distribute his Explosive Power, spawning dozens of clones for nonstop production, vastly outpacing prior methods.

Ares took the belt, his spiritual sense delving in, only to gasp: "This space... it’s enormous!"

The remark caught everyone’s ears, sparking instant suspicion—how vast must the space be to hold fifteen thousand Explosive Iron Balls each ten meters across?

Curiosity and awe filled their stares at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian chuckled softly, summoning a stack of accessories—bracelets, belts, necklaces, rings—each crafted beautifully from diverse materials.

"Last meeting was too hectic for welcome gifts, so here’s compensation now. Space Accessories for all: three per person with unique styles. Taoist Duobao gets five bonus ones for his Blood Spirit Bead work."

As they claimed their pieces and scanned with spiritual power, shock rippled through—the internal space in each exceeded 5000 cubic meters!

Remember, even 500-cubic-meter Space Equipment counted as priceless rarities, unavailable commercially, let alone 5000-cubic-meter versions!

"King of the Underworld, how did you obtain these?" Athena blurted out, scarcely believing it.

Qin Tian grinned cheerfully: "I forged them all myself. Future needs? Trade with me—custom shapes, bigger sizes, we’ll negotiate."

"What?!" Stunned anew, the group reeled—mass-producing Space Equipment personally?

Did the King of the Underworld wield such prowess?

Nearby, True Martial Emperor’s eyes narrowed sharply, turmoil surging within.

Of all in the Mythical Society, he alone knew Qin Tian’s real origins and powers—including Spatial Ability and teleportation mastery—but mass-producing vast Space Equipment? Unthinkable!

Truth be told, the Explosive Iron Balls for Ares offered limited value against weak foes.

Space Equipment, however, proved indispensable for hauling gear, weapons, or aiding allies.

Suddenly, their gazes toward Qin Tian shifted with newfound respect.

"I’m ordering a batch immediately!" Athena declared boldly, no reservations, "Start with a hundred, capacities from 1000 to 5000 cubic meters. I’ll detail sizes, styles, and allocations post-meeting. Name your price—anything short of Empire’s forbidden elite materials, I’ll provide."

"I’ll keep it straightforward: one big-capacity piece." Poseidon smiled in accord, blue eyes gleaming eagerly. "Match Ares’ belt. I love planetary adventures, snagging local treasures, but space shortages always force tough choices. This lets me hoard without restraint!"

"Understood, I’ve got it logged." Qin Tian affirmed, mentally cataloging requests.

Taoist Duobao then piped up fast, excitement bubbling: "200 for me! Detailed specs on capacities and designs coming soon. King of the Underworld, you’ve fixed my biggest headache—my hoard overflows standard Space Equipment. Placement woes solved!"

True Martial Emperor spoke calmly next: "Five for me. Match the capacity of my current three."

At last, attention turned to the Giant Spirit God. He eyed his three Space Accessories, shook his head, and said earnestly: "These suffice; no more needed. King of the Underworld, thanks for the generous gifts."

"No trouble at all." Qin Tian smiled, eyeing the group. "I’ve noted every custom order; I’ll craft them progressively and alert you for pickup. Remuneration lists go out post-meeting for final talks."

Inwardly, schemes brewed—trades wouldn’t stop at Explosive Iron Balls or Space Equipment. His gear-enhancement talent was the real trump card.

Yet revealing it prematurely wouldn’t do; save it for pivotal trades, securing favors or aid from members down the line.

After all, Mythical Society members boasted immense power and connections—deepening ties and banking goodwill could spark future windfalls.