After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
"Fellow Daoists, seventy million Immortal Stones!"
"Heavens...!"
At this moment, quite a few cultivators had already risen to their feet in dumbfounded shock. Lone wanderers from Immortal Realms across all sides narrowed their eyes, already considering whether they should open a mountain gate, take in disciples, and establish a force of their own.
And now, it seemed only three factions remained in contention.
The Ye Clan, Cosmic Heaven Spirit Manor, and one mysterious force.
Judging by their appearance, they resembled beings from Fang Chen'ai's Immortal Sun, for those eyes were simply too bright.
"E-eighty-two million Immortal Stones!"
The auctioneer looked tremblingly at the number on the heavenly screen. He was no longer excited, no longer exhilarated. Instead, an icy chill seeped into his bones.
Nothing must happen to the cultivator selling the Dao-Inscribing Gauze...
Otherwise, the Myriad Realms Auction House's eternal reputation would be utterly ruined. The Immortal Realm powers capable of offering such a price were not necessarily forces the Myriad Realms Auction House could afford to offend. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, leaving him exceptionally calm.
The Ye Clan.
"There is no need to pursue this item further. Wait for next time," an elder said gravely. "It seems several extraordinary figures have arrived. Our Ye Clan is currently lying low and building our strength; it would not be wise to offend such Immortal Realm powers."
The Ye Clan members all nodded, relieved instead.
Cosmic Heaven Spirit Manor.
"Let us go. Return to the palace." The woman's voice shifted from cool detachment to utter frostiness. "They are cultivators beneath that one."
At the mention of that one, everyone's hearts shuddered, and not a single person dared utter a word.