Bodhi Ancient Tree

Old Man Baoshan slowly swept his gaze across the silent hall. Seeing that no one else was calling a higher bid, he stroked his white beard and laughed aloud.

"Since none of you intend to raise the price further, this Fragmented Map of Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame shall belong to the gentleman who bid two Grade 8 Pills tempered by Nine-Colored Pill Lightning!"

As his words fell, Xiao Yan flicked his sleeve, and a lustrous jade bottle shot through the air with precision toward the auction platform.

Old Man Baoshan caught it with an outstretched hand. Pale golden Dou Qi curled around his fingertips, and with a casual glance, he discerned the pill's quality. He immediately nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the yellowed fragment of map in his palm turned into a streak of light. Carrying a faint ancient aura, it shot straight toward the corner where Xiao Yan sat.

Xiao Yan raised his hand and firmly caught the fragment. As his fingers touched the rough paper, the tension that had gripped his mind finally eased.

Just as Xiao Yan's fingertips brushed the rough page and he pondered where to begin deciphering the clues to the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, the air around him suddenly rippled with fine spatial waves.

The fluctuation came without warning, yet it carried an irresistible, overwhelming pressure. Xiao Yan's heart sank. He inwardly cried out in alarm and was about to circulate his Dou Qi to inspect his surroundings when a vast Power of Space surged over him like a tidal wave, tightly enveloping his entire body.

The world before his eyes spun wildly. In an instant, the grand and clamorous auction hall was replaced by a boundless, deathly silent void.

Xiao Yan's pupils contracted sharply. Almost instinctively, he clenched