The auction was like a great river that never stopped surging, sweeping up a dazzling array of rare treasures as it roared toward an unknown finish line.
One treasure after another, each enough to cause an earthquake in the outside world, was priced here, completing silent transfers of power. After Lin Ming and his group won the Heavenly Netherworld Poison Canon, they fell silent again, like a deep pool, quietly watching the ripples on the surface.
Time slipped by quietly. The heated atmosphere in the main hall not only did not weaken, but grew even tenser because the end was near. Everyone knew that the later a trade fair went, the higher the quality of the items that appeared would often be, and the true finale item might have its mysterious veil lifted at any moment.
And just as it neared the end, when everyone's anticipation had been drawn to its peak, the space beside Old Man Baoshan once again rippled violently.
This time, what he took out was not a physical object, but a mass of golden light floating above his palm, constantly changing form!
The light was not dazzling. Instead, it carried a reserved yet majestic grandeur. Within the light, countless fine golden runes, tiny as ants, could faintly be seen appearing, disappearing, flowing, and combining, as if they were evolving the hardest and sharpest laws between heaven and earth.
A pure and majestic pressure of Metal Elemental Energy spread out like an awakened Giant Dragon slowly rousing from its slumber, making the Gold Element Dou Qi inside the bodies of everyone present leap and resonate!
Even those experts who were not of the Gold Element could sense the terrifying power and profound intent contained within that mass of golden light.
Old Man Baoshan stared at the golden