The Age of Declining Dharma: I Hoarded a Quadrillion Spirit Stones!

[The end of the age of cultivation] [Apocalyptic stockpiling, cultivation edition] [Spirit-stone finance] [Comeback] [Leveling up]

The Age of Spiritual Desolation!

Chen Ye was reborn 354 years in the past, when spiritual energy was running dry.

The memories of his struggles in the apocalypse were still vivid.

In this life,

he no longer sought immortality or the Dao. He wanted to do just one thing: hoard spirit stones, an enormous number of them.

While others hunted for treasures in secret realms, he scoured trash heaps for bargains.

While others fought to the death for opportunities, he played the financial markets at the lowest level of the cultivation marketplace.

With a single strategy involving “futures and options,” he turned the cultivation world’s trade in resources into a game of plunder for himself alone.

When alchemists panicked over the mysterious decline in the potency of their spirit herbs,

when the big shots in the marketplaces were ruthlessly fleeced by a strange contract called “short selling”...

no one knew it had all started with a menial sweeping trash at the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

Nor did anyone know that the menial was short-selling the spirit stones of the entire cultivation world and building a pocket dimension all his own!

Then came the day the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the spiritual veins dried up, and the Immortal Dao came to an end.

Nascent Soul cultivators bowed their heads, while Divine Transformation cultivators begged for mercy, all to trade for a single low-grade spirit stone that could keep their cultivation alive.

Chen Ye sat on the divine throne in his small world and slowly addressed the beings prostrated outside:

“Now, let’s talk about the price.”