evening.
Soto has never been so bustling.
The afterglow of the setting sun painted the city's silhouette in a warm orange-red, but the air was thick with a restlessness and clamor even more intense than midday in the height of summer.
The Glazed Sky Auction House, this magnificent building that rises from the ground, has now become the focus of the entire continent.
From a bird's-eye view, the streets around the auction house were packed with people.
A long line of magnificent soul-guided carriages stretched out, their sect emblems shimmering in the twilight, highlighting the distinguished status of the guests.
Those who managed to get an admission ticket were all powerful figures in their own right.
But at this moment, even those sect leaders and elders who were usually arrogant and haughty were mingling in the crowd, craning their necks and looking up at the mysterious auction house with eyes that were a mixture of excitement, greed and awe.
"My God, the news is true! The Spirit Hall really does possess a divine inheritance! And even an inherited soul bone!"
A plump merchant in a brocade robe wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice trembling.
A man beside him who looked like a Soul Master sneered:
"What's so strange about that? Everyone on the continent knows that the Spirit Hall worships the Angel God. What I find strange is how they would be willing to sell something like this!"
This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.
"Are you short of money?"
A man with a pointed snout and monkey-like face lowered his voice, trying to sound mysterious.
"Think about it, the Spirit Hall has been making a lot of moves in recent years, building branch halls and expanding the Soul Master Corps. The expenses must be astronomical."
"They might have even emptied His Holiness the Pope's treasury!"
"Bullshit!"
Someone nearby immediately objected. That person wore a Spirit Hall badge on their chest, clearly a low-ranking deacon, but their face was flushed red, and veins bulged on their neck.
"The depth of my palace's foundation is beyond your comprehension!"
"I think this is simply a show of force!"
"Making grand offerings to him is just a way of airing him out."
"At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to see who on this continent has the guts to touch anything belonging to the Angel lineage!"
This statement immediately drew a wave of agreement.
Compared to the absurd speculation that "the Spirit Hall is short of money," more people are willing to believe that this is a trap, a carefully planned "entrapment."
Liuli Tian is in charge of setting the stage, the Spirit Hall is in charge of performing, and in the end, all the unlucky ones who dare to bid will become sacrifices for the Spirit Hall to establish its authority.
“That makes sense… The Spirit Hall has always been this domineering in its actions.”
"Then Liuli Tian is really fearless, daring to take on this kind of job."
"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten what Liuli Tian filmed last time? The Sigh of the God of Mystic Ice!"
"This isn't the first time they've sold anything related to gods; they might already be in cahoots with the Spirit Hall!"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, each guess more outrageous than the last.
They imagined Liuli Tian and the Spirit Hall as some kind of behind-the-scenes alliance, but completely ignored the most basic fact—a treasure can only have one owner.
Of course, some observant people noticed something was amiss.
"Do you think... is there a possibility?"
From a corner, an aged voice echoed softly.
"This angel soul bone wasn't auctioned off by the Spirit Hall at all. Instead... Liuli Tian 'took' it from the Spirit Hall?"
He spoke of the word "take" with great meaning.
The surroundings fell silent instantly, and several pairs of eyes turned to him, their eyes filled with terror, as if they were looking at a madman.
"Shh! Sir, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"
"Take something from the Spirit Hall? Or is it the inherited spirit bone of the Angel God? Are you tired of living?"
A glint of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He did not argue further, but simply shook his head slowly and turned his gaze back to the auction house, which appeared even more unfathomable in the twilight.
Yes, who could take something so important from the Spirit Hall, right under the nose of that level 99 Grand Elder?
That's impossible.
But isn't the existence of Liuli Heaven itself a collection of a series of "impossibilities"?
Just as everyone was having different thoughts and making various guesses, two barely perceptible points of light suddenly appeared on the western horizon.
At first, no one noticed them. The light was so faint, like two stars that had started their morning routine early.
But soon, someone noticed something was wrong.
"Look! What's that!"
A gasp broke the noise.
Countless gazes were cast toward the sky.
The two points of light are approaching each other at an abnormal speed!
They are not flying, but rather traversing and leaping through space!
One second they were on the horizon, and the next they had already crossed a vast distance and appeared in the sky above Soto City!
An immense sense of oppression, like an invisible tide, surged down from the heavens.
The crowd on the ground fell silent instantly, and everyone felt a chill that came from the depths of their souls.
Some Soul Masters with lower cultivation levels even had their legs go weak and nearly collapsed to their knees.
"It's...it's a Title Douluo!"
"Such speed! This person looks hostile!"
Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, one of the points of light suddenly stopped.
Then, without warning, the point of light exploded!
It was not the roar of an explosion, but the ultimate burst of light.
A dazzling, sacred, and domineering golden light appeared out of nowhere in the sky above Soto City, like a sun!
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