I, Leo, Will Host the Auction (Seeking Follow-ups and Collections)

That is a Star Beast, though of a lesser bloodline, not the most supreme lineage. Even so, when it reaches the Domain Lord stage, its size will span hundreds of kilometers.

Once it breaks through to Immortal, that represents a divine power many times greater.

I never imagined someone would look down on it!

If it weren't for Li Long walking the path of the Water Source Law himself, this "Cang" would have long been taken by him for Body Possession.

How could it have ended up as a Prize offered by their Nine Spirits Society?

"So, are you still fighting me or not? My domain, after guidance from the clan elders, has barely reached the third level, and they already call me a rare genius. But after seeing you, I realize my talent still isn't enough."

Pesili's golden eyes fixed on Li Long with keen interest as she smiled. "But I won't give up easily. If you can defeat me, I'll go with you to deal with Leo."

"You should be after Leo, right? His strength is hard to judge now, but he's definitely very strong." Li Long couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

"Him? That's different. His innate advantages are plain to see—it's hard to tell how much effort is actually in there." Pesili pouted, then continued, "But you're different. Neither of us was born with a Life Core. Fighting you feels fair to me. Even if I lose, I'll lose happily, without making excuses for myself."

Hearing this, Li Long smiled. He hadn't interacted much with Pesili before, never realizing that beneath her composed face hid such a wild heart.

"Haha, anyway, the Central Domain is open for a full year. Even if Leo grabs the Prize first, he can't laugh all the way to the end. So I'll trade a few moves with you and see where we both stand."

"Ice, come!"

Li Long's boldness surged. He pointed his cold spear skyward, and under the control of his Ice Snow Domain, the countless snowflakes began to shrink, turning into ice crystals that radiated endless chill.

"Sky Grade fourth stage? Fourth-level domain?"

Seeing her Gold Domain mostly dispelled by Li Long's Ice Snow Domain, Pesili's golden eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.

"That little one from the Li Ling Clan is quite impressive. To grasp the essence of a fourth-level domain at such a young age—the higher the domain, the harder it is to improve. If he can keep comprehending at this rate, he might even touch the fringes of the Water Source Law at the Sky Grade stage!"

The Four-Hoof Two-Tail Lizard Realm Lord high above looked toward a certain direction below, as if he could see what was happening there.

"What a pity! His physical foundation is too weak. Even with heaven-defying insight, at this rate, he'll at most become a powerful Realm Lord."

"To reach Immortal? Hard, hard, hard!"

The Four-Hoof Two-Tail Lizard Realm Lord sighed and continued:

"We Prison Clan Members born in perilous lands may have better talent than those outside on average, but it's not enough to completely crush them. At best, we have an edge in fundamentals—like Force Amplification or Psychic Amplification."

"Those who truly reach the Realm Lord stage are few and far between. But if you can't break through to Immortal, no matter how strong you are, you'll die one day. In the end, it's all for nothing—a dream, and a joke for others to tell."

The Four-Hoof Two-Tail Lizard Realm Lord wagged his tail and lamented, "I've already lived over five hundred epochs. Though I still have nearly half that time left, my potential has hit its limit. I know I can't break through any further."

A trace of loneliness flickered in his eyes, for in less than five hundred epochs, he would die.

And in those five hundred epochs, he would grow more anxious, more decadent, and the chance of a breakthrough would shrink further.

Others might show him respect on the surface, but behind his back, they were probably mocking his incompetence!

"I hope this batch of Blood Trial produces a few good seedlings. I hope you seize the opportunities the Prison Clan high-ups have given you."

"Don't end up like us Realm Lords with no hope of breakthrough, watching our lives trickle away in our remaining years, becoming nothing but talk for others."

"If your ambition is great enough, and you dare to take a gamble at the Prison Clan's 'Soul Oath Land,' then go for it."

"Even if you die, at least you'll have proven you tried."

"Heh, if I had known my current situation back then, I would have gone long ago. Now, regret—regret not doing it sooner!"

While the Four-Hoof Two-Tail Lizard Realm Lord lamented his past, the Core Land below was a stage for all kinds of battles.

Trial teams from various major forces clashed back and forth, interspersed with countless small-scale beast hordes locked in brutal slaughter.

Of those who managed to enter the Core Land during the buffer period, the trialists from the four regions totaled over five hundred, nearly six hundred.

But as time passed, the final batch of Blood Trial participants dwindled rapidly.

In the first month, the drop was fastest—over a third died outright.

In the second month, of the remaining fewer than four hundred, nearly another third perished.

In the third month, of the remaining two hundred sixty-odd, only about forty died—the ratio began to shrink.

In the fourth month...

Clearly, under this brutal screening mechanism, those who survived either had special skills or sufficient strength.

Until the tenth month.

"Leo, what are you trying to do?"

Pesili, clad in golden armor, frowned as she looked at the Blue Armor Giant ahead, utterly puzzled.

The human Elf was still bound all over, but Leo stood in front of him, with over twenty Sky Grade trialists from Thunder Star Mountain guarding the surroundings.

"I'm waiting for everyone to gather so I can host an auction!"

Leo's words left the assembled trialists completely speechless.

Weren't they supposed to fight it out, with the Prize going to the virtuous? How had it turned into "going to the highest bidder"?

"Don't worry, we'll still fight. But now, each faction's trialists are basically Sky Grade elites. Together, we're barely a hundred people. If we keep killing and cause large-scale casualties, that won't do any of us any good."

"Right now, among our major factions, there are only five Special Elites in total. So let's decide the order through competitive bidding. Number one gets a bye, number two can pick one opponent from numbers three, four, or five to fight, and the remaining two have no choice but to fight each other. The winners advance to the next round for the Prize, and the losers automatically forfeit."

"Whoever can keep winning until the end gets all these auctioned Cosmic Crystals, plus this Prize, entirely to themselves."

"I wonder, what does everyone think of this proposal?"

Leo said with a smile, "That way, even if we lose, everyone can at least give their own faction a reasonable explanation."

"Of course, if anyone thinks this is unsuitable, we could also just go straight to a free-for-all."

"At that point, out of the hundred-plus trial-takers here, how many survive will only depend on each person's luck and strength."