"Fellow Daoists, after nearly a day of auctions, this monthly auction has only one final lot left—the star item: a damaged treasure passed down from the Immortal Realm."
As the clear voice rang out from the auction stage, Qin Fengming opened his eyes. He had been sitting with his eyes closed in a stone chair, but now he gathered his gaze and looked toward the cultivator presiding over the auction.
At that moment, the peak Spirit Severing stage middle-aged man was holding an ancient wooden box containing the damaged treasure.
The wooden box was not large, only two feet long. It was pitch-black all over and appeared to have been carved from an exceedingly precious, hard wood. A mass of black light shimmered over the box, with strands of runes drifting within it, completely sealing the item inside so that not the slightest trace of aura could escape.
Leaving aside the damaged treasure inside, Qin Fengming judged that this wooden box alone was worth a considerable number of Spirit Stones. At least a million mid-grade Spirit Stones would not be enough to buy it.
He had reached this conclusion because, with the power of his divine sense, Qin Fengming was actually unable to see through the faint light over the wooden box. Such powerful Seal Runes could absolutely not have been produced by the cultivators of the present day.
The previously clamorous auction hall fell abruptly silent at the middle-aged man's words.
The reason this auction had attracted so many Spirit Severing cultivators was mainly that they had come for that damaged treasure passed down from the Immortal Realm.
Imitation spirit treasures were not uncommon in Duanshan City. Almost every few dozen or few hundred years, the auction house would bring one out for auction. Of course, those imitation spirit