Chapter 291: Facing Ten Thousand Alone
"Ten billion gold soul coins."
Yan Shaozhe of Shrek Academy joined the bidding.
Shrek's mastery over martial soul cultivation gave them a deep understanding of the incomparable importance of spiritual power. Spirit-type soul masters were rare and immensely powerful.
The Academy itself had a few such soul masters, and if this treasure were used wisely, perhaps one day Shrek would produce a Limit Douluo who specialized in spiritual force.
Such a being could kill silently—with a mere thought.
That was the terrifying nature of spiritual strength.
Soon after, Xu Tiannan of the Sun Moon Empire, Ning Qitian of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Xu Jiawei of the Star Luo Empire, and other top factions began placing their bids one after another.
However, some noticed something odd—the soul beast faction led by Di Tian had yet to bid.
This puzzled many. For soul beasts, spiritual treasures were just as priceless—there was no reason for them to remain silent.
But after a brief thought, many realized what was happening.
In past auctions, the soul beasts had always remained quiet until the final moments—then struck decisively, crushing all competitors with a single overwhelming bid.
Most suspected they would use this same tactic again.
Even the top powers—Shrek Academy, the Holy Spirit Cult, and others—were worried about what Di Tian might do.
If the Beast God suddenly entered the bidding, they would all have no choice but to withdraw in defeat.
The Evil Emperor silently tapped his fingertips against the armrest, his expression indifferent, patiently waiting.
There was no need for him to waste time early on. He would let the others bid themselves dry—then, at the perfect moment, strike with an irresistible price.
"Forty-three billion gold soul coins."
When the Clear Sky Sect called out this figure, the other powerful forces such as the Holy Spirit Cult sighed one after another and gave up.
No one had expected the Clear Sky Sect, which had been quiet all this time, to suddenly raise the bid so high.
They could not match such a price.
All they could do was watch as the spiritual origin seemed about to fall into the sect's hands—bitterness flickering in their eyes.
"It's time."
The Evil Emperor's low murmur rippled through the air. Seeing that no one else was bidding, he finally moved.
"Fifty billion gold soul coins."
Without haste, he raised his paddle and raised the price by an enormous margin.
Every head turned toward him at once. Astonishment spread across the hall.
Most didn't recognize him and could only wonder which mysterious power he belonged to—to wield such astonishing wealth so effortlessly.
But those who knew his identity exchanged understanding looks.
It made perfect sense—the treasure was perfectly suited to him.
Until now, he hadn't made a single bid, and they had assumed he wasn't interested. Who could have known he was merely waiting for his moment to strike?
"Forget it, stand down."
Titan and Niu Tian of the Clear Sky Sect both sighed, their wary gazes shifting toward the Evil Emperor.
They knew better than to challenge him.
The Evil Emperor ranked second among the Ten Great Beasts of the Star Dou Forest—his strength was beyond terrible.
Especially his strange, devastating mental force—it was nearly impossible to defend against.
Ling Yun, watching from the stage, instantly understood the final outcome.
"Fifty billion gold soul coins—once."
"Fifty billion—twice."
"Fifty billion—thrice."
"No further bids. Then I officially declare that this treasure—containing two layers of a first-class god's spiritual origin—has been sold for fifty billion gold soul coins."
After confirming three times that no one would continue the bidding, she struck her auction gavel decisively.
With that, the treasure's fate was sealed.
Ling Yun handed the crystal bottle personally to the Evil Emperor.
His eyes flashed faintly as he seized it eagerly, immediately uncorking the seal.
The white mist streamed into his body without the slightest resistance.
"As expected of divine spiritual origin power," he whispered with awe. "Even a single wisp is enough to skyrocket my mental strength. With this essence, I might soon break through to nine hundred thousand years!"
He quickly resealed the bottle, his grin laced with anticipation.
He would refine it carefully later, slowly transforming its godly energy into his own strength.
Once the crowd had calmed again, Ling Yun's expression grew serene. It was time for the next auction.
Under countless eager stares, she lifted her right hand gently.
A flash of golden-yellow light blossomed, and a new item appeared on the platform.
It was an ancient jade slip, covered in flowing golden symbols.
Though unassuming in shape, its faint aura rippled outward invisibly, shaking the hearts of those present.
Only the strongest among the Title Douluos could sense its unique emission through spiritual perception.
To weaker cultivators, however, it seemed completely ordinary—nothing more than an ancient relic.
Their futile attempts to analyze it only deepened their curiosity.
This was one of the final auction items.
If it appeared now, after the divine spiritual origin, then its worth must surely surpass even the treasures that came before.
Ling Yun noticed the curiosity in everyone's eyes and smiled faintly.
"This next treasure involves something far rarer—a godly art."
"The concept of divine art may be unfamiliar to you. Simply put, soul skills rely on a soul master's internal energy to produce great offensive power."
"But divine arts are different. Even without soul power, without a martial soul or soul rings, divine arts can still be unleashed. Of course, their strength is still influenced by the user's overall power."
She began to explain slowly, letting everyone absorb her words.
Many soul masters exchanged puzzled looks—but their intrigue only grew.
After all, many extraordinary concepts had appeared before in the Starry Auction Pavilion, often originating from other worlds entirely.
Perhaps this so-called divine art was yet another otherworldly power—one of unimaginable might.
"This particular divine art," Ling Yun continued, her tone confident and measured, "is perfectly suited for the battlefield. It can be described as a true weapon of war."
"To put it simply—when used in combat, this divine art allows one to stand alone against ten thousand."
Her words struck like thunder, igniting a renewed frenzy throughout the hall.
(END CHAPTER)
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