The Heaven Dou Auction House held auctions around the clock, with no rest periods. All manner of treasures appeared one after another.
The auction hall felt like a grand auditorium. At its center stood a circular stage, with rings of seats arranged radially around it.
The seating was divided into five main sections.
The three rows closest to the stage were red. Moving outward, the seats were black, purple, yellow, and white.
Tang San and the others sat in the outermost section.
At that moment, a Soul Tool on the stage had already been sold for 123,000 Gold Soul Coins.
That was an amount an ordinary person could never earn in a lifetime, yet more than half the people below found such auctions utterly dull.
Still, they had no choice but to wait quietly, waiting for the person who had captured the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had rebuilt its cultivation to appear.
"Up next, we will be auctioning off a rare treasure. Interested guests, please pay attention." The auctioneer stood on the stage with a loudspeaker in hand, his face wearing a professional smile.
The crowd below immediately perked up. Many instinctively sat straighter, gripping their armrests, looking as though they were about to spring into action.
The auctioneer felt the overwhelming pressure, but he gestured toward the audience. Three exceptionally burly men pushed a cart onto the stage.
The cart was covered in red cloth, concealing its contents. Yet judging by the outline beneath the cloth, it seemed to be a square iron cage.
"Has it arrived?" Quite a few people narrowed their eyes.
Tang San, wearing a mask and a conical hat, suddenly breathed faster. His gaze remained fixed on the cart covered in red cloth.
But the tall figure beside him extended a thick hand from beneath