After hearing the terms of exchange for the Emperor Fluid, the cultivators below began frantically contacting their sects and families, pulling out every stop to gather Light Essence.
Message-bearing Spirit Runes and telepathic transmissions crisscrossed the auction hall. The atmosphere grew as taut as a bowstring drawn to its limit.
At that moment, Mu Xuanguang, Hall Master of the Temple of Light, looked livid.
His face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water, and his fists were clenched tight inside his sleeves.
Of all the powers in All Heavens, the Temple of Light undoubtedly held the most Light Essence.
Light Essence was the foundation of the Temple of Light, the bedrock of its inheritance across countless ages.
But that was precisely why he could not use it lightly.
No matter how tempting the Emperor Fluid was, he would never dig up his own foundations to trade Light Essence for it.
"Could that old bastard Su Jingming have entered the Great Emperor Realm?"
Mu Xuanguang pondered the question in silence, growing more alarmed the longer he considered it.
Su Jingming, president of the Sky Chamber of Commerce, cultivated the Light Dao.
Apart from the Temple of Light, no one in the world possessed more Light Essence than Su Jingming.
Reaching the Half-Emperor Realm required only a rudimentary understanding of a dao. But after breaking through to Great Emperor, one had to begin truly mastering that dao.
The deeper a Great Emperor's mastery of the dao, the stronger they became.
A newly ascended Great Emperor was not much stronger than a Half-Emperor. Only by deepening their understanding of the dao and continually refining their Emperor Body could they bring the terrifying power of a Great Emperor to bear, step by step.
That was why Mu Xuanguang suspected Su Jingming had