The solemnity and awe on DouDou's beautiful face gradually faded.
She surveyed the entire room, her lips parting slightly.
“‘The Sigh of the God of Ice’, starting bid: one million gold soul coins!”
"Each bid increase must be no less than 100,000 gold soul coins!"
"The auction now begins!"
One million!
After a brief silence, the room erupted in chaos.
"Insane! Items related to God, and the starting bid is only one million?"
A nobleman clutched his chest, feeling that his heart could hardly withstand the shock.
"Didn't you hear about the risks of this thing? Soul bones shatter, martial spirit breaks, soul freezes! Who would dare use it? Buy it and treat it like an ice cube?"
"You can't say that. What if... what if it succeeds?"
A voice echoed softly, "That's a wisp of divine law! Do you know what it means to ascend to the heavens in one step?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a slightly hoarse voice rang out from behind an ordinary seat, full of vigor.
"One million one hundred thousand! I've lived for over one hundred and one hundred years, and I've been stuck at level eighty-nine Soul Douluo for twenty years. I have no hope of ever getting a title in this lifetime."
"Even if I die, I want to see what the realm of the gods is really like!"
This offer was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around.
Yes, for those powerful individuals whose lifespans are nearing their end and who have no hope of breaking through, this "Sigh of the God of Mystic Ice" is their only and last chance in this life!
"Well said! Fortune favors the bold! I'll put up 1.2 million!"
Another voice rang out, "Although I am not of the ice attribute, our merchant guild is spread across the continent, and we can always find geniuses willing to risk everything!"
"You can make a fortune just by reselling this stuff!"
"Hmph, opportunistic scoundrel."
A cold snort came from a private room on the second floor, filled with arrogance, "How could you mortals possibly have the chance to touch such a divine object? Five million!"
The price was instantly driven up!
"I've dealt with that person before; he's an elder of the Xuanming Sect."
"I heard that their sect's young master possesses the 'Mysterious Water Heavenly Horse' martial spirit, which is one in ten thousand, and at only twenty-five years old, he is already a Soul King!"
"He is hailed as a genius rarely seen in the sect in hundreds of years, and he will surely reach the title of Douluo in the future!"
"If we can obtain this divine object to help us integrate the basics of the laws, we might be able to glimpse the legendary realm of gods in the future!"
Xuanming Sect! Xuanshui Heavenly Horse!
Some knowledgeable Soul Masters gasped in shock.
"It's actually the reclusive Xuanming Sect! Haven't they been out of the public eye for a long time?"
"So that's how it is! No wonder they were so determined to get it. This 'Sigh of the God of Ice' is practically tailor-made for their young master!"
Inside Tang San's private room.
Flander listened to the bids outside, which were often in the hundreds of thousands or even millions. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then silently put it down. He felt that this top-quality tea was now somewhat tasteless in his mouth.
Then, he looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked, "Xiaogang, do you know about this Xuanming Sect?"
Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light of the auction stage, his expression more solemn than ever before.
"I've heard about it."
"An ancient sect that specializes in water-attribute martial souls and keeps a very low profile, I never expected that they would also emerge."
He paused, then continued his analysis:
"If what he said is true, their young master is exceptionally talented, then the success rate of fusing with this 'Sigh of the God of Mystic Ice' is indeed much higher than that of ordinary soul masters."
"Then they're guaranteed to win?"
Flanders smacked his lips.
Meanwhile, in another VIP lounge.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eerie, hoarse voice rang out: "Your Majesty, this thing..."
Bibi Dong sat on the throne, her slender fingers resting lightly on the armrests.
"No need."
Her voice was clear, cold, and decisive.
"The laws of the gods are indeed tempting. But the phrase 'divine might is like a prison' is no joke."
"Moreover, there is no suitable candidate within the Spirit Hall for this item. Forcibly absorbing it carries far more risks than benefits."
The bidding did not stop after Xuanming Sect shouted out five million.
"So what if it's the Xuanming Sect? They've been hidden for a hundred years. Do they think everyone outside is made of clay?" A sinister voice rang out. "Six million!"
"That's right! Everyone who sees it gets a share! Eight million!"
"I'll offer eight and a half million!"
The elder of the Xuanming Sect was clearly enraged, his voice tinged with coldness: "Very well! It seems someone wants to be an enemy of my Xuanming Sect! Ten million!"
Prices have been driven up again!
"Ten million? You think ten million can scare people?"
"What a joke! We've brought out our life savings, ready to auction them off!"
"Eleven million!"
"..."
The elder of the Xuanming Sect's breathing became noticeably heavy; he seemed not to have expected the competition to be so fierce.
"Twenty million!"
He practically shouted the price out.
The entire auction hall fell silent once again.
Twenty million Gold Soul Coins!
DouDou stood on the stage with a professional smile on her face.
"Twenty million! This VIP has bid twenty million gold soul coins! Is there anyone bidding higher?"
Her voice echoed throughout the room, carrying a strange magic.
"This is an item left behind by the gods; it is the only key to the realm of the gods!"
"Missing this opportunity might mean missing out on an entire era!"
However, faced with the astronomical figure of twenty million and the Xuanming Sect's undisguised threat, no one spoke up.
After waiting for a while and seeing that no one else was bidding, DouDou raised the auction gavel.
"Twenty million per time!"
The crisp sound resonated in everyone's heartstrings.
"Twenty million twice!"
Inside the Xuanming Sect's private room, the elder had already stood up nervously, staring intently at the auction stage.
"Twenty million three times!"
"clang!"
"make a deal!"
A complex sigh rippled through the arena, a mixture of regret, envy, and a sense of relief.
In any case, this divine object, which was full of legend and danger from beginning to end, has finally found its home.
Inside the venue.
Almost at the same instant the auction gavel fell, the familiar and pleasant system notification sounded in Ning Liu's mind right on time.
[Ding! The auction item "The Sigh of the God of Mystic Ice" has been successfully auctioned!]
Auction Price: 20 million Gold Soul Coins.
[Congratulations, host, for triggering a 100x return!]
Ning Liu's heart raced slightly; this was the moment he had been waiting for.
What could a 100-fold return mean?
A purer form of divine chill?
Or something else left behind by the God of Ice?
The system's voice didn't keep him waiting long.
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: · Tear of the Mystic Ice Divine Guide!]
[Item Description: With this tear, the holder can directly enter the inherited secret realm formed after the fall of the God of Ice—"Eternal Silent Ice Plains".]
[At the same time, this tear can serve as a perfect medium to help the chosen inheritor obtain the inheritance of the God of Mystic Ice.]
Ning Liu's breathing suddenly stopped.
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