For many immortals, although the Grand Auction had plenty of good things, they were not objects they could covet.
Yet the Primordial Spirit Pill could be called a "little treasure." After all, who did not have a few beloved family members and friends?
Thus, they all plunged into a desperate bidding war, throwing in more and more money.
Aside from the Netherworld Epiphyllum at the beginning, which was drawn into a private room by just a few strands of starlight, the remaining Primordial Spirit Pills were fiercely sought after by countless immortals. Starlight spread in every direction, pulling the Netherworld Epiphyllum along.
Some strands of starlight were too faint to compete with the others and could only withdraw dejectedly.
"Father!"
Inside a private room, a Great Ascension Cultivator gazed unwillingly at an immortal beside him.
The immortal wore a crimson robe, upon which invisible flames seemed to burn, twisting even the void around him.
His eyebrows were scarlet-red. He had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, but now he opened his eyes. "Yu'er, although you are my most beloved son, I have more than ten thousand sons... and there will be countless more in the future. These immortal jades are already the limit of what your father can give you."
When the Great Ascension Cultivator named Yu'er saw the flames in his father's eyes, his heart immediately tightened, and all his thoughts vanished.
Although he was a genius within his Household, True Immortals possessed endless lifespans. They could easily wait for another genius to be born.
The immortal path prized selfishness!
What an immortal loved most was always himself.
Without becoming an immortal, one would remain an ant forever.
He roared inwardly and threw out his void treasure.
Mixed with the strand of starlight from before, the void treasure immediately caused