Chapter 289: The Origin of the Spirit
When Xu Tiannan of the Sun Moon Empire called out thirty-eight billion gold soul coins, silence fell over the hall.
The major powers—Holy Spirit Cult, the Body Sect, and Shrek Academy—gradually withdrew from the bidding, shifting their focus to the treasures that were yet to come.
The atmosphere within the Starry Auction Pavilion slowly calmed.
Seeing this, Ling Yun understood the outcome of the God-Gifted Soul Ring clearly.
"Thirty-eight billion gold soul coins—once."
"Thirty-eight billion—twice."
"Thirty-eight billion—thrice."
"Since there are no higher bids, I declare the 300,000-year God-Gifted Soul Ring sold for thirty-eight billion gold soul coins."
Her gavel struck firmly, sealing the final deal.
Xu Tiannan rose slowly, offering a formal bow. His expression remained composed, but his eyes glowed with barely restrained satisfaction.
For the Sun Moon Empire, this treasure was not only a tool for cultivation—it was a statement of power, a silent warning to every rival force on the continent.
"Very well. The sale of the 300,000-year God-Gifted Soul Ring is complete. Now, let us proceed to the next item."
Ling Yun waited for confirmation of the transaction, then turned to prepare the next auction.
As the crowd settled once again, she raised her hand, revealing a crystalline bottle hovering gently before her.
Unlike before, this item was not a weapon or artifact, but a formless treasure—inside the bottle swirled a cluster of white mist, faintly interwoven with golden light.
The crystal was of a special material, completely sealing the aura within. No matter how the soul masters present extended their spiritual senses, none could discern what lay inside.
"This next item is an extraordinary treasure—one deeply connected to that which you all seek most: the realm of the gods."
Her voice carried a weight of reverence, and a quiet murmur swept through the hall.
"The divine again? Could this be another treasure capable of helping a soul master ascend to godhood?"
"At last! I've been waiting for something like this!"
"Incredible… if this isn't the finale, I can't imagine what the last item will be!"
Excitement rippled through the crowd, even among the top powerhouses.
Anything related to the divine had always been of immeasurable value in the Starry Auction Pavilion.
They remembered the Godstone that had once enabled Bi Ji of the soul beasts to surpass one million years by isolating herself from the divine realm's perception.
They recalled the Immortal Spirit Essence that had allowed soul masters to touch godhood itself.
Every such item had been a treasure beyond compare.
Now, the question lingered—what was this mysterious mist trapped within the crystal bottle?
Ling Yun finally began her explanation.
"This," she said clearly, "is a fragment of the spiritual origin from a first-level god—a portion of divine essence tied to the god's understanding of the spiritual domain. Whether one cultivates a spiritual-type martial soul or simply seeks to surpass their mental bottleneck, this essence holds the power to rewrite one's fate."
"When an Ultimate Douluo breaks through the hundredth level, their spiritual power transforms into divine consciousness. This is a metamorphosis—a fundamental evolution of spirit. Its density and purity are incomparable to mortal mental energy."
"Even a trace of divine consciousness transcends anything a mortal soul master can reach. Within this bottle are two layers of a first-level god's spiritual origin."
"A first-level god's origin power?!"
Mu En jerked upright, his pupils contracting sharply.
He knew exactly what that meant.
For any soul master, spiritual power was the cornerstone of combat—especially beyond the Title Douluo level, where victory often hinged upon the strength of one's mind.
And this… this was divine essence.
It could instantly elevate the mental power of an ordinary person to the level of a Title Douluo—perhaps more.
Becoming a god was a task of near-impossible difficulty, and the gap between an Ultimate Douluo's mind and that of a deity was immeasurable—a divide of essence, not degree.
This bottle contained something that had crossed that divide.
Its power was unimaginable.
At the far corner, the Evil Emperor—one of the spirit-type soul beasts—opened his eyes for the first time since the auction began.
A gleam of fervent greed flashed through his gaze, and his breathing grew heavier.
He had attended since the start, but few items thus far had held meaning for him.
Now, however, he had found what he'd been waiting for.
The soul beast race rarely produced beings of spirit-type attributes, and true treasures that nourished spiritual energy were nearly nonexistent on the Douluo Continent.
They refined their power purely through their own innate will.
His cultivation was nearing eight hundred thousand years, yet he had been unable to take the next step—the barrier lay in his stagnant spiritual power.
Only by transcending it could he continue evolving.
But the spiritual origin of a first-level god far exceeded even that of a million-year soul beast.
If he could obtain this treasure, the barrier would crumble—he could reach eight hundred thousand years with ease, perhaps even begin to transform toward the mythical nine hundred thousand.
His decision was immediate and absolute.
He had to claim this item—no matter the cost.
Whether the bidders were human or beast, he would bow to no one.
"Hmm?"
Di Tian, seated among the soul beast delegation, opened his piercing golden eyes.
Upon hearing that this was the origin of divine mental energy, his heart too stirred.
He knew intimately the power of the spiritual domain—how it could cut without form, destroy without trace.
Within the entire soul beast race, few possessed spiritual attributes, and even fewer were strong.
But that did not diminish their value.
Turning his gaze, he met the eyes of the Evil Emperor across the hall.
He knew well that the creature was one of the rare spirit-type beasts. Gaining this treasure could elevate him beyond his current limits—perhaps to eight hundred thousand years and beyond.
Di Tian said nothing.
Though rivalry existed among the Ten Great Beasts, the age of infighting within the soul beasts was long over.
The appearance of the Starry Auction Pavilion had shifted their focus entirely—toward their greater goal: the Divine Realm.
If this treasure could empower the Evil Emperor, strengthening him further, then so be it.
A stronger ally meant a stronger clan—and that meant a greater chance of victory when the day came to challenge the heavens themselves.
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