"What kind of joke is this?"
Upon hearing the news, someone cursed loudly, "He robbed us of our treasures, and now he actually dares to auction them off openly in public. He's treating us like soft persimmons, squeezing us however he pleases.
None of us should attend this auction. Let every single one of his items go unsold and make sure he doesn't earn a single coin. We must stand united against this demon."
He proposed that no one attend the auction.
The man was practically furious to death. That bitch Wu Wudi had robbed them of all their treasures, yet still dared to auction them publicly—and even expected them to join the auction. He was looking down on them far too much.
"Of course I won't attend the auction."
"You're right. Anyone who attends this auction is an idiot."
"Whether others go or not, I certainly won't."
"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I'll take my leave. Until we meet again."
Everyone's eyes shifted, each wearing an expression of righteous indignation. Yet in the blink of an eye, they left one after another, swiftly logging into the Cosmic Virtual Network, entering the advanced cities, and joining the auction.
They completely ignored that man's suggestion, because they all knew such a boycott would be utterly useless.
After all, the universe was simply too vast. Although many mighty figures had entered the Map of Heavens' Creation this time, quite a few had not entered for one reason or another.
They had no grudge against Wu Wudi, so why would they boycott him alongside the others? Naturally, they would attend the auction.
Thus, whether they opposed it or not made no difference at all.
Most importantly, one of the items being auctioned this time was the Creation Pill,