One million gold soul coins!

Each bid increase must be at least 10,000 Gold Soul Coins!

This number was like a boulder crashing into a noisy lake, instantly silencing all the commotion and leaving only a dull echo.

The price isn't outrageous, considering it's associated with the word "god" and comes with the enticing offer of a "year" subscription.

The problem is that it is also bound by the shackles of "randomness" and "accountability".

One million dollars for a one-way ticket to heaven or hell, with no idea where you're going before you even get on.

"One million... to buy a dream, Tiandou Auction House really dares to ask for a price."

Someone sighed softly, their tone full of hesitation.

"If it's a beautiful dream, it's priceless. If it's a nightmare, it's a death sentence. This is too big a gamble."

Just as everyone was weighing the pros and cons and struggling with their own thoughts, a voice lazily came from a private room on the second floor.

"One million one hundred thousand."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the bidder was a wealthy businessman dressed in fine clothes. He had a shrewd smile on his fat face and was clearly not the kind of person who would be blinded by impulse.

Some people asked in confusion, "Mr. Zhang, are you... really planning to cultivate in your dreams for a year?"

The wealthy merchant shook his finger and said slowly:

"Use? Who said this thing has to be used by yourself?"

"Why not buy it, keep it as a family heirloom? What if one day a brilliant descendant emerges who needs time to break through a bottleneck? Wouldn't this be a tremendous help?"

A single word awakened me from my dream!

Exactly! It doesn't necessarily have to be for your own use!

The value of this thing lies not only in its immediate use, but also in the possibility it represents, an investment in the future!

"That's right! One million two hundred thousand!"

"One million two hundred and fifty thousand! My grandson just awakened his martial soul, with innate full soul power, his future is promising! I'll save this for him!"

Once the flames of bidding are ignited, they spread rapidly.

Those conservatives who were initially hesitant have now changed their approach and joined the competition.

However, an even more subversive idea was shouted out by a drunken mercenary in an inconspicuous corner.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you're all idiots!"

"Who says this thing has to be used on your own people?"

The mercenary, his face flushed, was slurring his words as he held up a bottle of liquor.

"Think about it, if some enemy is chasing you, and you can't beat them or run away, just pull this thing out and smear it in their face, then say to them, 'Sweet dreams, old man!' Wouldn't that be better than any life-saving soul skill?"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's expressions froze, then became incredibly interesting.

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, the mercenary became even more excited and slapped his thigh:

"Just now, Qian Daoliu from the Spirit Hall was like thunder in the sky, it was terrifying!"

"If anyone had this treasure back then, they could have sneaked up behind him and used it on him with a 'snap'... Hey, who cares if he's a Title Douluo, he'd be the first one to go in and sleep with me for a year!"

"puff--"

I don't know who couldn't help but laugh first.

Immediately afterwards, suppressed laughter rose and fell throughout the venue, eventually merging into a roar of laughter.

"Hahaha! You're a genius, bro!"

"Make Qian Daoliu sleep for a year? How could you even think of that! He'll probably be counting sheep in his dreams for a whole year!"

"This isn't just a dream of gods, it's practically a forbidden spell-level sealing artifact! A physical seal! Let him sleep!"

This twisted logic and heresy, however, seemed to open a door to a new world.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

risk?

Bear the consequences yourself?

Let the enemy bear the risks and face the consequences!

This thing is not a cultivation aid at all; it is a strategic-level causal weapon!

If used properly, it can even change the course of a war!

"I'll offer 1.3 million!"

One of the sect leaders, who had been hesitating, suddenly stood up, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm determined to get this!"

"One million four hundred thousand! Don't even think about taking it from me!"

Prices began to skyrocket, even more wildly than before.

Inside the top-floor private room.

Qian Daoliu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He heard it.

With his cultivation level, not even the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings could escape his ears in the entire auction hall.

Every word the drunken mercenary uttered reached his ears clearly.

Let him...sleep for a year?

In my dream... I was counting sheep?

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside me.

He has dominated the continent for nearly a century, standing at the top of the Soul Master world, admired or feared by millions. He has never been ridiculed in such a mocking way before.

Unfortunately, he was unable to flare up.

Arguing with a drunkard? He can't afford to lose face.

What left him speechless was that the group below actually took this as a viable tactic, their eyes shining as if they could already see him being forced into a dream.

Qian Daoliu's chest heaved slightly, but in the end, it could only turn into a long sigh.

That's all.

Let them be, they're just a bunch of ordinary people.

As for this item, he never intended to bid on it from the beginning.

While the dreams of gods are indeed mysterious, Xue'er doesn't need such external, uncertain things to shake her resolve.

He simply watched quietly below, wondering who would ultimately acquire this absurd item.

The bidding has become extremely fierce.

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