The business plane in the imperial city was one of the most flourishing places in the entire Titan Emperor Heaven. Massive quantities of treasures were shuttled back and forth, and money changed hands constantly.

Yang Qi could see many things that glowed with faint godliness. They weren’t god items, but rather divine objects that had been passed down from the kingdom of the gods, things that were naturally imbued with deathless godliness. Obviously, such items would be considered extremely valuable even here in an immortal world.

At one point, Yang Qi sensed something familiar.

‘What’s that? Why does it remind me of imperial snakecharms?’ He even felt his one hundred and eighty-five imperial snakecharms stirring, as though they sensed something similar to themselves.

There were a total of three thousand imperial snakecharms in existence, which corresponded to the existence of three thousand great daos. As for where the other snakecharms were, it was impossible to say. All he knew for sure was that each talisman he added to his collection represented...