[Mandatory Auction Requirement: This item must be auctioned as the tenth item in this auction, i.e., the final item.]
Starting bid: 1 Gold Soul Coin.
After the system finished displaying all the prompts, Ning Liu played with the smooth, jade-like left arm bone of the Angel God, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly pronounced.
With a thought, the soul bone above his palm transformed into a golden light and disappeared into a new spatial ring on his hand.
A top-tier auction might be impressive enough with just one piece of angel soul bone as the grand finale, but if the events in between are unremarkable, it would seem top-heavy.
Those three works by Zhuge Liang and Zhuge Liang are clearly not worthy of being presented in a refined setting.
"It's still lacking something to set the tone."
Ning Liu rubbed his chin.
He sat down cross-legged, his spiritual energy sinking into his brow, carefully touching the imprint left in his sea of consciousness when the God of Food left.
"Your Majesty, the God of Food, Ning Liu has something important to discuss with you."
He attempted to transmit a divine thought.
Almost the instant the divine thought was sent out, the space inside the quiet room suddenly distorted, and a beam of light and shadow materialized out of thin air.
It was the God of Cookery.
But... at this moment, the god's face was filled with two words: irritation.
Before Ning Liu could even speak, he paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself.
"A pair of ace cards, beaten by the flush of the Chrysanthemum God... No way, he must have peeked at my hole cards! That old sly fox..."
Ning Liu's prepared explanation suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Looking at the powerful figure from the divine realm who was so enraged over a card game, he was momentarily at a loss for what expression to wear.
The life of a god does not seem to be as dull and boring as ordinary people imagine.
"Ahem." Ning Liu had to interrupt the God of Food's rambling.
"Um?"
The God of Cookery then noticed Ning Liu and frowned.
Ning Liu's expression remained unchanged: "As previously discussed, I am preparing to hold an auction aimed at promoting peace on the mainland and strengthening exchanges among all parties..."
"Alright, alright, these three items are trinket items from a third-level god that I just obtained. They're considered rare treasures even in the mortal realm. Take them!"
After the God of Cookery finished speaking, his figure vanished without a trace, like smoke blown away by the wind.
Ning Liu looked at the three points of light in front of him, feeling both amused and exasperated.
He reached out and gently touched one of the spots.
In addition to the objects appearing, a stream of information instantly flooded into his mind.
[The Sweat of the God of the Forge: A drop of divine sweat dripped from the forehead of the third-level god 'God of the Forge' during the forging of a certain sub-divine artifact, due to the excessive intensity of the divine fire.]
[Containing pure fire energy and golden essence, just one drop can transform ordinary iron.]
Another great product!
Ning Liu's mood instantly brightened, and with a hint of anticipation, he pointed towards the last glimmer of light.
[A Dream of the Sleeping God: An interesting dream that the third-level deity 'Sleeping God' had during a nap.]
[This dream has been solidified into a physical form. After use, it allows a person's mind to spend a year within the dream world, while only one night passes in the outside world. Note: The content of the dream is random; the consequences are the user's responsibility.]
Ning Liu's expression became somewhat subtle when he saw the last sentence, "Bear the consequences yourself."
However, both of these items are treasures that are hard to find in the mortal world.
Any one of these items would be enough to trigger a frenzied struggle among various factions.
But what is this third thing?
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