Chapter 285: Breaking Through to Quasi-God
Zhongli Wu's expression darkened, fury flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Du Bushi to be so stubborn. That old fool—why compete with me?!
But he refused to back down. "Eleven billion!"
Du Bushi drew a deep breath. He knew the Body Sect's wealth couldn't compare to the Holy Spirit Cult's, yet this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. He gritted his teeth and declared, "Twelve billion!"
Gasps rippled through the hall. This seemingly intangible blessing had now soared to an unbelievable price.
As the bids climbed, other top factions—such as the Sun Moon Empire, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even Shrek Academy—quietly joined the competition.
The previously calm auction hall once again erupted into fiery intensity. Tension crackled in the air as factions battled fiercely to claim the mysterious Blessing of the Wu Tribe.
They had realized that this item was far from simple.
For a soul master, martial soul, soul rings, and soul power were all essential—but few remembered that the ability to absorb stronger soul rings depended entirely on bodily endurance.
If one's body was sufficiently strong, even soul rings far beyond one's level could be absorbed safely.
They also recalled that the Body Sect's secret to superior power lay in cultivating their innate martial souls and amplifying their physical strength through unique techniques—allowing them to far surpass soul masters of similar rank.
When they connected these ideas, the battle for the blessing intensified.
A Holy Spirit Cult elder leaned toward Zhongli Wu and whispered, "Master, we've already spent a fortune. If we continue, we might have nothing left for later auctions…"
Zhongli Wu waved a dismissive hand. "No matter! If this Blessing can increase my power, it's worth any amount of money! Thirteen billion!"
Du Bushi's eyes sharpened with resolve. Judging by the Holy Spirit Cult's persistence, it was clear they would fight to the end.
Yet he couldn't back down. This was his chance at transcendence. "Fourteen billion!"
The numbers rose rapidly as both sides refused to yield.
The audience sat breathless, hearts pounding. This was no longer just a bidding war—it was a contest of wealth, will, and determination.
When the price reached twenty-six billion gold soul coins, Zhongli Wu hesitated.
He looked into Du Bushi's unwavering eyes and sighed inwardly. The old man's determination was absolute. Reluctantly, he lowered his paddle and quit.
Du Bushi exhaled, relief washing over him as a triumphant smile spread across his face.
"Twenty-six billion gold soul coins—once!"
"Twenty-six billion—twice!"
"Twenty-six billion—thrice! Sold!"
Ling Yun's gavel struck the podium. "The Blessing of the Wu Tribe is sold at twenty-six billion gold soul coins!"
Du Bushi rose to his feet, bowing respectfully toward the auction stage, eyes shining with anticipation.
Ling Yun personally handed him the cluster of blood-red energy.
The instant his fingertips touched it, her cool, clear voice rang out once more:
"Be cautious. The Blessing of the Wu Tribe contains planar energy incompatible with the laws of the Douluo Continent. Once removed from this protective barrier, it will dissolve. You must absorb it here and now."
Her warning fell like thunder. The crowd tensed.
Powerhouses from every faction stepped back immediately, wary of being caught in whatever would follow.
Even Di Tian mobilized his soul power defensively, his gleaming eyes fixed on the stage—curious to witness this power from another realm.
"Understood!"
Du Bushi wasted no time.
He knew that fate waited for no one. Sitting cross-legged, he formed complex hand seals. The pulsing red radiance slipped into his palm like a living flame.
A flash of crimson exploded from within his body, intertwining with the golden light of his martial soul awakening, forming dazzling, runic patterns.
"Boom!"
A wave of energy burst forth—an oceanic pressure sweeping across the entire hall. The surrounding space trembled visibly.
"An Ultimate Douluo?!"
Elder Xuan clenched his fists, the armrest beneath his hand creaking under the strain.
He had fought Du Bushi before, yet never realized the man had already stepped into the Ultimate Douluo realm.
Shrek Academy's teachers exchanged stunned glances. None had imagined that the Body Sect had hidden such a trump card.
Zhongli Wu's face twisted with fury. "That old bastard was concealing his power from everyone," he muttered coldly to Long Xiaoyao. "Seems the Body Sect's schemes run deeper than we thought."
Long Xiaoyao frowned tightly, inwardly calculating. Could this sudden revelation mean the Body Sect intends to challenge the Holy Spirit Cult itself?
Di Tian's golden pupils narrowed, analyzing rapidly.
Although the Soul Beast Clan rarely interfered in human conflicts, Du Bushi's newfound might clearly shifted the balance of power.
He sent a mental command to nearby beast leaders: "Track the Body Sect closely. Report any unusual movement immediately."
Amid the watchful silence, Du Bushi's aura surged again—this time erupting with unstoppable momentum.
Crimson light coursed through his meridians; his bones crackled like colliding jade, and his muscles expanded with godlike intensity.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He shattered the bottleneck of the first stage of Ultimate Douluo… then broke through the second stage… and at last, ascended into the third—
The realm just beneath godhood: the Quasi-God realm!
"This… this is impossible!"
Long Xiaoyao's shocked cry pierced the air.
He had lingered at the first stage for decades, advancing to the second only recently with the help of the Pavilion's treasures.
Yet Du Bushi had just leapt two levels in a single sitting.
The hall erupted in complete disbelief.
Mu En's expression was complex—a mix of admiration, awe, and envy.
He, too, had been stuck at the first stage for decades. Only with the Pavilion's healing aid had he broken into the second.
Yet Du Bushi had done the unthinkable—achieving Quasi-God in one leap.
Du Bushi opened his eyes slowly. Twin streaks of scarlet light flashed, then faded.
"Hahaha!"
He threw his head back and roared, his laughter booming like thunder, shaking the chandeliers above the hall.
He bowed deeply toward Ling Yun. "Many thanks to the Starry Auction Pavilion for this divine gift!"
Even before he'd finished speaking, the sheer pressure of his aura sent ripples through the hall—forcing everyone, even Ultimate Douluos, to feel its weight.
The audience was left utterly speechless.
Those who had once dismissed the Blessing of the Wu Tribe as worthless now regretted their arrogance beyond words.
Especially the body-cultivating sects—they could only pound their chests in anguish for not bidding sooner.
Ling Yun smiled faintly as she regarded the newly transformed Du Bushi. "Congratulations."
She knew well that the blessing was designed exactly for those with formidable physical foundations. Du Bushi's breakthrough was both fate and proof of his talent.
Du Bushi steadied his breathing, suppressing the tide of power within him.
He looked across the hall at the stunned crowd, his gaze finally settling on Zhongli Wu—eyes flickering with open challenge.
Now, for the first time, he stood as an equal among the continent's greatest forces.
His sudden rise to Quasi-God not only shook the alliance of powers but also plunged the entire auction into a new wave of tension and intrigue.
(END CHAPTER)
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