The figure high up in the building, brimming with boundless fervor and pride, disappeared from Ning Liu's sight.
The air inside the sect leader's room still seemed to retain a trace of the scorching heat from the initial spark of the divine fire.
Ning Liu withdrew his gaze, his eyes piercing through the glass window and landing on the brightly lit and bustling auction hall below.
Two completely different kinds of "fire".
One type, burning fiercely in the furnace, represents creation and sublimation.
Another kind, quietly spreading in people's hearts, is desire and competition.
He picked up the cup of tea, which had long since gone cold, and smiled silently.
They were all very interesting.
...
Inside the auction hall, the atmosphere was reaching a new climax.
The spotlight once again focused on the center of the stage, on that graceful, smiling figure.
"Distinguished guests, I'm sure you're all quite eager to get started, aren't you?"
DouDou's voice had a natural magic, clear and melodious, easily stirring everyone's heartstrings, "The next eighth item is very... special."
She deliberately dragged out her words, keeping everyone in suspense.
The maids carefully pushed it onto a crystal display stand, on which rested a palm-sized, crystal-clear sphere on a velvet cushion.
Inside the sphere, a shimmering mist seemed to flow slowly, constantly changing, sometimes transforming into majestic mountains and rivers, and sometimes scattering into a sky full of stars, magnificent and mysterious.
It hovered there silently, without any fluctuation of soul power, yet it attracted the attention of everyone present.
"What is this? Some kind of special mental-type soul tool?"
"It doesn't look like it; there's no trace of an energy core. It looks more like a naturally formed crystal."
"Whatever it is, if it's placed in this position by the Heavenly Dou Auction House, it's definitely not an ordinary item!"
A murmur arose as everyone craned their necks, trying to see the mystery of the sphere.
DouDou raised her slender hand and gently pressed it on the crystal dome, instantly silencing the entire venue.
Her expression became somewhat peculiar, a mixture of seriousness and a strange, barely suppressed amusement.
"This item has no name, only a description."
She cleared her throat and, in an almost chanting tone, slowly recited:
"【A Dream of the Sleeping God】"
"Um?"
"What?"
There was initial silence, followed by an even louder uproar.
"The Sleeping God? Yet another god?"
"Are you kidding me! A dream? You can sell a dream?"
"Has the Heavenly Dou Auction House gone mad? Or am I the one who's gone mad?"
Faced with a barrage of criticism, DouDou's smile grew even brighter; she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of having the entire audience under her thumb.
She didn't rush to explain, but continued reciting the description.
"[An interesting dream that the third-level deity 'The Sleeping God' had during a nap one afternoon.]"
"【This dream has been solidified into a physical form by divine power. After use, it allows one's spirit to spend a year within the dream, while in the outside world, only one night passes.】"
boom!
If the commotion just now was a wave, then at this moment, the entire auction hall is like a depth charge has been dropped, and it has completely boiled over!
One night, a year!
These two words combined possess a magic that no Soul Master can resist!
what does that mean?
That means a year of training!
This means a year of contemplation!
For those Soul Masters who have been stuck at a bottleneck for decades without making any progress, this is simply a godsend!
For those geniuses who need time to hone their self-created soul skills, this is an invaluable treasure!
"My God! A year! Did I hear that right?"
"If I can use this year to break through the bottleneck of Soul Emperor, maybe..."
"Calm down! Didn't you hear what they said next?"
A calm voice rang out, instantly cooling the surrounding temperature.
All eyes were once again focused on DouDou.
DouDou's expression also turned serious, and she read out the final annotation word by word.
"[Note: Dream content is random; you are responsible for the consequences.]"
You will be responsible for the consequences.
These four words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over the heads of all the fanatics.
Random dreams?
What if this year's dreams are endless nightmares?
Was it being repeatedly tortured amidst mountains of knives and seas of fire?
Is it drifting alone in the boundless darkness?
If a person spends a year in a dream world and experiences extreme pain, will they become insane upon returning to reality?
"Interesting... This stuff is both honey and poison."
Someone muttered to themselves.
"Fortune favors the bold! For true powerhouses, nightmares are nothing more than another form of tempering! If one could slay a 100,000-year-old soul beast in a dream, even just on a spiritual level, the boost to one's willpower would be immeasurable!"
A powerful Soul Saint spoke in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with ambition.
"Easy for you to say! What if your dream was about counting grains of sand for a year? You'd be either crazy or dumbfounded afterward!"
Someone nearby immediately objected.
"Haha, that's not bad either, at least it can cure my years of insomnia."
A carefree laugh came from a corner.
The entire venue was completely divided into two factions because of this peculiar item.
One group consists of radical gamblers who believe this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity worth betting everything on.
The other group consists of conservative wise men who believe the risks are too great and the returns are completely uncontrollable, making it not worthwhile at all.
Inside a private room on the top floor.
Qian Daoliu's body suddenly trembled.
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