Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the woman in the center of the auction stage had her bright eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons.
The breaths of thousands of people in the audience seemed to be held in the palm of her hand by her unspoken words.
Even in the top-tier private room, Qian Daoliu unconsciously sat up straight, his golden eyes filled with an intense scrutiny.
DouDou enjoyed the feeling of being in control. She stretched out a slender finger and gently touched her lips, making a "shh" gesture.
The noisy venue miraculously quieted down within a few short breaths.
"It seems everyone is really looking forward to it."
DouDou chuckled softly, no longer keeping everyone in suspense.
"Now, please welcome our seventh item!"
As she finished speaking, two burly, imposing guards stepped forward from behind the auction stage.
Unlike the previous maids, they were not as light and agile; each step they took made a dull thud, giving people a sense of oppressive grandeur.
The two of them carried a box made of deep-sea silver. The box was engraved with intricate runes, and wisps of cold air emanated from it, clearly indicating that it was a specially made soul-sealing device.
When the box was placed steadily on the auction stage, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.
Miracles often happen unexpectedly.
DouDou's voice carried a rhythmic quality, almost like an aria.
"It may not be a world-destroying artifact, nor a magic pill that can reverse life and death, but it contains a level of life that mortals can never reach."
She gestured to the guards to open the box.
With a soft "click," the lid of the box opened.
The lingering chill dissipated, revealing its true form.
There was no dazzling light as I had imagined, nor any earth-shattering phenomena.
The box was lined with a thick layer of ancient ice silk, and in the center of the ice silk, a crystal-clear object floated quietly.
The crystal is perfectly rhomboid in shape, and inside it is sealed a drop of... liquid.
The drop of liquid was only the size of a fingernail, and it was a strange reddish-gold color, like molten gold, yet it also had a fiery dynamism.
It slowly circulates inside the crystal, and with each roll, it seems to subtly distort the surrounding light, emitting a strange aura that is both intense and sharp.
"This is……"
Someone in the audience couldn't help but speak up, their eyes full of confusion.
DouDou stretched out her fair palm and gently stroked the surface of the crystal, feeling the amazing heat transmitted through the crystal. An almost pious expression appeared on her face.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please look. This is the seventh item in our auction, a true relic of the gods—the sweat of the God of the Forge!"
"What?!"
"Sweat...sweat drops? God's sweat drops?"
"Are you kidding me! This is considered an auction item?"
As soon as DouDou finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, followed by a volcanic eruption of uproar and discussion.
This name is so...down-to-earth, even a bit comical, forming a stark contrast to the lofty "god" in people's minds.
"The God of the Furnace? Who is this god? I've never heard of him before."
An elderly man from two great empires, a man of great learning, frowned in thought, only to find that he had no knowledge of this name at all.
"The key point is the sweat! God's sweat can be sold? Is the Glazed Heaven obsessed with money?!"
"Quiet! Listen to what Miss DouDou has to say!"
Amidst the noise, DouDou's voice rang out clearly again, drowning out all the other sounds.
"Please be patient, everyone. This item has an extraordinary origin; it was obtained by our sect leader by chance in an ancient ruin."
"According to the divine inscriptions in the ruins, this was a third-level deity with the divine position of 'God of the Furnace'. When he was forging a certain sub-divine artifact, the divine fire was too strong and the divine power was surging. A drop of divine sweat dripped from his forehead."
She paused, giving everyone time to process what she had said, before continuing:
"This drop of sweat contains the purest fire power and golden essence of that god."
"Its function is very simple. Just one drop is enough to transform ordinary iron, giving it the foundation to become a divine weapon!"
"If it is used as a catalyst and integrated into the forging process, it might even allow a top-tier soul tool to break through its limitations and develop a trace of 'divinity'!"
"hiss--"
This time, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.
If the name "Sweat Drop" seemed absurd before, DouDou's subsequent explanation made everyone's heart skip a beat.
Transform ordinary iron!
To imbue top-tier soul tools with divinity!
What terrifying effects this has!
"My God! If this is true, doesn't that mean that with enough materials and a top-notch blacksmith, it's possible to artificially create a pseudo-divine artifact?!"
A burly man with bulging muscles on his arms was so excited that his face turned red. He was a blacksmith and knew better than anyone the weight of those words.
"More than that! This thing contains pure fire elemental power, which is an absolute treasure for us fire-attribute soul masters! If we could absorb it..."
"I can't even imagine it, I can't even imagine it!"
An elderly man with red hair was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the drop of crimson-gold liquid, his greed almost overflowing.
"Absorb? Are you out of your mind?!"
"That's divine power! How could a mortal body withstand it? They'd be burned to ashes in an instant!"
Someone nearby immediately objected.
The atmosphere inside the venue quickly shifted from initial astonishment and amusement to shock, fervor, and heated debate.
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