Chapter 284: The Blessing of the Wu Tribe
Ling Yun noticed the mixed expressions in the audience—astonishment, curiosity, and fear—then smiled faintly, her tone calm yet mysterious.
"Everyone must be wondering what this blood-colored radiance is, correct? It is not of the Douluo Continent. It originates from a world far beyond our comprehension—the Honghuang Realm."
Her words caused an immediate uproar.
"The Honghuang Realm? Never heard of it before!"
"What kind of world could give birth to such terrifying power?"
"..."
Elder Xuan from Shrek Academy frowned, his thoughts turning sharply. There's no record of a 'Honghuang Realm' in any ancient text I've ever seen. Could this be yet another of Starry Auction Pavilion's rumored external worlds?
Based on the treasures they had previously unveiled, it was highly possible that many of their items came from other planes entirely.
Could it be that the Starry Auction Pavilion has actually traversed multiple realms?
Mu En was equally shaken. He had once assumed the Pavilion's reach was limited to a handful of nearby worlds.
But now, judging from what he saw and heard, their influence might span countless universes.
That realization only deepened his curiosity. What did these other worlds look like?
Would he, in his lifetime, ever reach another world—and encounter different cultivation systems?
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
At his current level, even accessing the Divine Realm was beyond him, let alone greater worlds.
Judging from the Pavilion's past auctions, those realms clearly operated on a scale far beyond the Douluo Continent—or even beyond the gods themselves.
For such worlds, without absolute power, one could not even hope to approach them.
…
In the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu's eyes glimmered greedily. He licked his lips, his mind whirling. No matter where it comes from, as long as it strengthens me, I must obtain it.
Beside him, Long Xiaoyao gave a faint nod. Anything originating from another world held unimaginable potential. If they could study it, perhaps they could find a new path to godhood.
After all, only a few divine methods were known on Douluo. Extracting insight from artifacts of the Honghuang Realm might reveal entirely new ways to ascend—saving years, perhaps centuries, of effort.
"The Honghuang Realm…"
Gu Yue Na, among the Soul Beast Clan, narrowed her silver eyes. "Judging by the force this energy emanates, that world must be countless times more powerful than the Divine Realm itself."
Even speaking the name left her uneasy. A place able to produce such an overwhelming power—if it ever interacted with the Douluo Continent—it could be either a blessing or utter catastrophe.
Once the audience's murmurs settled, Ling Yun continued with calm composure.
"The Honghuang Realm surpasses the Douluo Continent by billions of degrees of power. The crimson energy you see before you is called the Blessing of the Wu Tribe, originating from that very world."
"The Wu Tribe?"
Confusion spread again—no one recognized the term.
Ling Yun smiled slightly. "The Wu Tribe is one of the most formidable races in the Honghuang Realm. They do not train soul power; instead, they cultivate the body itself to its limits. Their physical strength is beyond imagination. This blessing carries their ancient power—it can greatly enhance a soul master's strength, particularly in physical fortitude."
"For those whose bodies are already strong, the benefits are indescribable."
"I will not elaborate further on its functions. The starting bid for the Blessing of the Wu Tribe is eighty million gold soul coins, with each increment no less than four million. The bidding begins now."
With a light tap of her hammer, Ling Yun officially began the auction.
The hall fell silent. No one placed a bid immediately.
The only one whose eyes suddenly gleamed was Du Bushi of the Body Sect.
The moment Ling Yun mentioned its power to strengthen the body, he felt his martial soul surge uncontrollably with anticipation.
Specializes in physical cultivation? Then this is made for me—it's destiny!
His pulse pounded in excitement. No wonder his martial soul had reacted earlier with such eager yearning.
This was no coincidence—it was fate.
This Blessing of the Wu Tribe would surely become a pivotal power for both himself and the Body Sect's rise.
He calmed himself and began plotting how best to ensure victory.
This opportunity was priceless, and he couldn't allow anything to go wrong.
Yet, many other factions looked distinctly uninterested.
"It's just a 'blessing,' not even tangible. Doesn't seem worth much."
"Exactly. Without substance, how do we even know it works? What if it's useless? That'd be a colossal waste of money."
Yan Shaozhe whispered to Elder Xuan, "Elder Xuan, this 'blessing' sounds too vague. Do we really need to compete for it?"
Elder Xuan shook his head slightly. "Let's wait and observe. Never judge too soon."
Zhongli Wu, on the other hand, thought differently. The aura radiating from this scarlet mist was simply too potent to ignore. It had to be extraordinary.
"I bid one hundred million gold soul coins," he declared coolly.
Gasps spread. No one had expected him to act so quickly.
Du Bushi's heart tightened. He could not miss this fortune.
"One hundred fifty million!" he shouted almost instantly.
"Two hundred million!" Zhongli Wu countered without hesitation.
"Two hundred fifty million!" Du Bushi persisted, his tone unwavering.
The hall buzzed in confusion. None understood why the two were so fiercely fighting over something so intangible.
Elder Xuan's frown deepened. Neither Du Bushi nor Zhongli Wu are fools. If they're both so determined, then this 'Blessing of the Wu Tribe' must hold far greater value than we realize.
But after what we spent on the Sword of Causality, we should conserve our funds for now.
Emperor Xu Tiannan of the Sun Moon Empire squinted at the crimson glow. "Investigate it thoroughly. If it's truly beneficial, we cannot afford to let it go."
Meanwhile, Titan of the Clear Sky Sect remained stone-faced.
However powerful it sounded, the Clear Sky Sect had always relied on sheer strength and the Clear Sky Hammer. Foreign blessings were unpredictable—and he preferred to keep resources for later auctions.
Last time, his rashness had cost him dearly; he would not repeat that mistake.
"Three hundred million!" Zhongli Wu's voice carried a hint of irritation.
"Three hundred fifty million!" Du Bushi responded firmly. The pull of his martial soul grew stronger—it was practically roaring inside him.
His conviction only deepened. This was unmistakably his destined chance for immense power.
The price climbed rapidly, surging higher and higher—
Until, within moments, it had surpassed one billion gold soul coins.
(END CHAPTER)
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