C1824 Chapter 1824

"I bid 200 Divine Spirit Crystals," a rotund man shouted as he stood up excitedly. "Two hundred Divine Spirit Crystals for Heaven Grade Soul Dao Divine Arts? That's an insult to Soul Cultivators. I bid 500." The bidding was intense, though not many people participated. This Divine Arts had its limitations. For non-Soul Cultivators, it was as useless as scrap paper