Chapter 363: Divine Blood, Ye Guyi
Time flowed quietly like water.
Nearly a month passed swiftly amidst the tense anticipation and preparations of all factions.
At last, the long-awaited Star Auction began.
On this day, above the grand plaza outside the Star Auction Pavilion, one mighty aura after another descended.
The Sea God Pavilion's Mu En and Xuan Zi.
The Body Sect's Du Busi.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, representatives of the soul beast clans—
Almost every top-tier power of Douluo Continent had gathered.
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt as though the air itself could drip.
All eyes inevitably turned toward one direction.
There, surrounded by a retinue of powerful Evil Soul Masters, the Holy Spirit Cult's master, Zhongli Wu, arrived unhurriedly.
He made no effort to conceal his aura.
The oppressive power of a newly ascended evil god poured from him like a vast shadow, invading every heart present.
Breathing grew difficult; even circulating soul power felt sluggish.
Overwhelming strength—irrepressible, unequaled.
That was the instinctive thought within everyone who felt his presence.
Even Mu En and Du Busi, who stood half a step from the divine level, felt that crushing pressure from the very essence of life itself.
The holy light within Mu En's body surged involuntarily, clashing violently with that dark divine energy. His face turned pale.
"The foundation of godhood must be secured in this auction," he thought grimly. "If not, Shrek's thousand-year legacy will fall into peril."
Zhongli Wu caught the unease in their eyes and smirked coldly.
This was precisely what he desired.
Before absolute strength, these self-proclaimed paragons of light were nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter.
He had one clear purpose—to seize the final treasure of the auction, the true highlight of the event, to grant Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao their chance at ascension.
The earlier items, he didn't even bother glancing at.
At that moment, a graceful figure appeared atop the auction stage—Ling Yun.
"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Star Auction Pavilion. Let the auction commence."
Her calm voice rang through the hall.
Sensing the heavy tension in the room, she smiled lightly and waved her hand.
Instantly, a wave of pure, radiant light spread outward, driving back the suffocating darkness that Zhongli Wu's evil aura had cast across the hall.
It was as though a sun had risen in the heart of shadow.
Hovering before her was a golden sphere of gentle brilliance, and within it, a single drop of blood—liquid gold, gleaming with divine sanctity.
It glowed softly yet irresistibly, exuding the purest power of light.
All soul masters aligned with the light element felt an instant surge of reverence and yearning.
"This is…"
Mu En's pupils constricted.
His Light Holy Dragon spirit trembled within him, radiating awe and deep desire.
Within that single drop of golden blood lay a light far purer and nobler than any he had ever felt.
Zhongli Wu flicked an indifferent glance toward it before losing interest entirely.
The light was strong—but too limited.
It was the opposite of his own nature, and far too weak to create another god.
It posed no threat to him.
His quarry lay further ahead.
...
Amid the crowd, however, a young woman suddenly raised her head, her serene golden eyes alight with disbelief and emotion.
Ye Guyi—the last descendant of the Angel Clan, bearer of the Holy Angel Spirit.
At the sight of that drop of golden blood, her martial soul erupted within her like boiling fire.
She trembled violently as her bloodline screamed with longing.
Her soul recognized it instantly.
That blood… was connected to her—
to her family.
She had to claim it.
At any cost.
Ling Yun's gaze swept the assembly, noting every reaction—her attention lingering briefly on Ye Guyi's barely restrained fervor.
Then, she spoke again, voice clear and melodic.
"This is the first item of this auction. Before revealing its details, allow me to recount a piece of history buried for ten thousand years."
"Ten millennia ago, three exceptional beings ascended from this world, completing their god trials and rising beyond."
"One among them possessed the Six-Winged Angel Spirit—an inheritor of the Angel God's divinity, whose light illuminated the entire continent: Qian Renxue."
A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
Qian Renxue—the legendary Angel God. Though only fragments of her tale survived in ancient texts, she had long been revered as a myth.
Ye Guyi's breath caught. Her heart thundered in her chest.
A single, audacious possibility flashed through her mind.
Ling Yun continued, "But the path of gods is merciless. The Angel God, Qian Renxue, was ultimately defeated by the Sea God, Tang San. Her divinity shattered, and she fell from grace to mortality."
Ling Yun paused, then gestured toward the glowing drop.
"This drop of Angel Divine Blood is no ordinary divine residue. It was formed in the instant her godhood shattered—a condensation of her divine essence and fractured laws of divinity."
"It is her final, most precious legacy left to this world."
The hall erupted in shock.
Blood formed from divine origin?
Its worth was priceless.
Ling Yun lifted her hand, raising her voice above the commotion.
"This blood holds immense benefits for any soul master aligned with light—it can purify the body and soul, heighten potential, and refine spiritual power."
"But…"
Her tone deepened slightly, her eyes shifting subtly toward Ye Guyi.
"Its greatest effect can only be unlocked by one possessing the Angel Spirit."
"For such a person, it may not only restore the broken lineage of the angelic power—but even elevate it beyond its original level."
"And, contained within, lies a trace of divine essence from that fallen god. It might even open a path—a chance to rekindle godhood itself."
"Even so," she added, "though its divine energy is limited, for any wielder of light, it remains a priceless treasure."
"The starting bid: one million gold soul coins. Each raise, not less than one hundred thousand."
"The auction begins now."
Before her words had even fully echoed, Ye Guyi's eyes blazed with resolve.
She was ready to call her bid without hesitation.
Around her, the bright souls of the other light-based experts dimmed slightly, tempered by reason.
They could feel that the divine energy within the drop was finite—strong, yet not endless.
And still, its value was beyond question.
For ordinary soul masters, it was beyond priceless.
(END CHAPTER)
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