No matter what thoughts anyone harbored, the final, climactic auction had already begun. Bai Xue's voice entered their ears: "This item... has a starting price of thirty million Spirit Stones!"
A wave of sharp inhalations reached their ears. Though they knew this treasure was no small thing, thirty million Spirit Stones still made quite a few old monsters start beating the retreat drum.
It was not that they did not want it—the price was simply too outrageous!
It was easy to foresee that the final battle would be between powerful forces and sects. For an individual to obtain this egg was almost impossible; in all likelihood, it would become some sect's inherited spirit beast.
"What is going on? Which bastard made the decision to put this thing up for auction? Although it is only a split soul, does he not understand that in ancient times, Nine-Infant was that... that person's pet?" Nine-Headed Ancestor was both shocked and furious.
"I do not know about this either, but the only ones able to bypass the Elder Council and make such a decision are probably that old monster inside your Demon Race's Ten Thousand Flood Dragon Valley, and Wang Tinglou." Monk Huitong frowned slightly and spoke slowly.
"True. The only ones with this kind of authority are those two late-stage undying old things. But I know Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's situation clearly. A hundred years ago, he entered a life-and-death seclusion, and he absolutely would not come out. So this matter has nothing to do with our Demon Race. It must be Wang Tinglou. He really has gone mad. Back then, that one from the Underworld Realm flew into a towering rage and fought the envoy from the True Immortal World. Though in the end she fell into eternal damnation, I heard