Thus, from the moment he had successfully secured this soul stone until now, Ye Yao's heart had been filled with nothing but excitement and exhilaration.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The blade upon the stone-cutting artifact spun, grinding the soul stone into powder that drifted in every direction.
Suddenly, an intense red light erupted from the soul stone.
The red glow was reflected in Ye Yao's eyes, yet there was not the slightest surprise within them.
The Ancient Dragon Horn was absolutely a spiritual treasure that would possess seven-colored light. This red light was merely the beginning.
Although the vast majority of people present did not know of the Ancient Dragon Horn, they also understood that a soul stone worth three million top-grade spirit stones needed at least five colors of light for its value to match the price.
Therefore, everyone felt that a single red ray of light was still far from enough.
"Again!"
"Five colors, five colors, five colors!"
"There's only red light so far—we need to see orange light appear next!"
The crowd shouted and cheered excitedly, hoping to see rays of light emerge from the soul stone one after another.
Even five colors seemed somewhat conservative. It would need at least six-colored light to meet everyone's expectations for this soul stone.
Though no one wanted to see someone else uncover an incomparably precious heavenly treasure from a soul stone.
Because everyone hoped such a thing would happen to themselves. If it happened to someone else, their own chances of success would naturally become smaller.
But the atmosphere had already been built up to this point. No matter what thoughts they concealed deep within their hearts, the vast majority of people surely still hoped to see an unprecedentedly precious spiritual treasure emerge from that soul stone.
As the blade