"Second best in the world, truly a fine sword!" Hongguang Immortal King laughed loudly. He was extremely excited at this moment. Although he knew that this sword was extraordinary, he did not expect it to be so extraordinary.
This is a masterpiece forged by an unparalleled prodigy who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Such a prodigy would be an extremely brilliant pearl in any era, supreme in swordsmanship, and qualified to prove his Dao.
"Even such a figure is willing to be ranked second in the world, so what kind of splendor must the number one in the world possess?" Hongguang Immortal King murmured.
The struggle for the Dao is an extremely cruel journey. Stepping into the realm of Quasi-Immortal Emperor is far from as simple as one might imagine.
Hongguang Immortal King's expression was complicated. Everyone yearns for the Great Dao, but few know how many geniuses and prodigies have perished on this path. Only by getting closer to this realm can one truly feel the cruelty of the Great Dao.
After Xian Gu, only that one person succeeded.
"Thank you, Lord City Lord."
Hongguang Immortal King concealed his aura and bowed slightly in the direction of Yang An. Although he had suffered a great loss this time, it was insignificant compared to the opportunities he had gained.
"Um"
Yang An nodded slightly: "This is your good fortune, no need to thank me."
Yang An glanced around and said calmly, "The transaction for the first item has been completed. Next is the second item."
"Please act according to your capabilities. If a crisis arises, you will bear the consequences yourself."
Yang An kindly reminded them that if there were still people who were oblivious to their own mortality, then he would have done more than enough.
Some people's expressions changed slightly, but most of them didn't care at all.
“Next is the second item,” Yang An said softly, then waved his hand, and an ancient scripture appeared in his hand. It was thick and heavy, exuding an ancient and desolate aura, as if it were a microcosm of the past.
"Is it an ancient scripture?"
"Why does it remind you of those pedantic scholars?"
"No...it's a little different. This aura is bright and clear, much more comfortable than that group of pedantic scholars."
"Do not make noise and disturb the senses."
The auction house was immediately drawn to the attention of everyone present, especially by the strong Confucian and Taoist atmosphere.
Confucianism was considered a major religion in the Immortal Realm. However, it was a pity that after the Immortal Ancient Era, the fall of the last Confucian 'Sage' level existence left Confucianism without a single figure capable of standing up to the top. Although it could be considered a major religion now, it was far too weak compared to the Buddhist and Taoist forces.
Yang An gently brushed his palm across the ancient scripture, where the yin and yang energies manifested, intertwining and changing in countless ways, evolving into the universe.
The universe operates, the seasons change, and the seasons alternate; the order of heaven and earth and the universe evolves in its entirety.
Everything in the world is constantly changing, but there is one thing that will never change.
That's the rule.
A refined voice rang out, and everyone seemed to see a kind-faced old man patiently instructing them, while tall and imposing figures sat beside him, their faces respectful as they listened attentively.
"May I ask you, Master, what is the law of nature?"
A towering figure rose to his feet, with the sounds of the Great Dao permeating his presence, manifesting boundless phenomena. This caused the gazes of everyone in the auction hall to sharpen, for this person's strength was terrifyingly powerful, even surpassing that of a Celestial King, and not far from reaching the level of a Supreme Celestial King.
The old man smiled and said, "The development of everything has its own 'fixed fate' and 'variable fate.' The fixed fate has rules to follow, but the variable fate has no rules to follow."
"Then may I ask you, Master, since there are no rules governing variables, how can we talk about unchanging laws?" The imposing figure was clearly puzzled, and he asked in a questioning tone.
The old man shook his head: "There are variables within the constants, and constants within the variables. Whether they are constants or variables, the overall picture remains unchanged."
I call this phenomenon... Yi (易).
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the world changed color, as if countless figures of ancient sages and great men appeared. They bowed slightly in the direction of the old man, as if they were congratulating him on something.
"That is Zhuang Sheng of my Taoism, a supreme being who only exists in legends!"
The old Taoist priest looked at this scene with a look of horror. In a distant era, his Taoism had produced a 'saint' level ancestor who was all-powerful. Although only a diagram was left behind, that diagram was enough to keep Taoism alive through countless calamities. It was the true foundation of Taoism!
The ancient Buddha's gaze also narrowed slightly: "Could it be... that this is a 'Saint' level founder?"
As a long-established lineage that has survived countless years, the Immortal Realm is the lineage that has preserved its strength most completely. It is obvious that this Buddha knows far more than the Taoist elders.
Suddenly a scream rang out, disrupting their thoughts.
"It is 'Yi', the 'I Ching' left behind by the Confucian patriarch, the supreme sage!"
The speaker was an ancient dean of the Daotian Academy, who always gave the impression of a stern and unsmiling teacher. But today, he had no semblance of dignity. His eyes were bloodshot, and he showed no manners whatsoever as he stared intently at the ancient scripture in Yang An's hand.
Yang An nodded.
Seeing Yang An nod in direct admission, the Dean of Daotian Academy's lips moved, his aura fluctuating wildly, sometimes rising and sometimes falling. He said sorrowfully, "Our sage ancestors, it is the incompetence of the Confucian disciples that has tarnished your reputation. The Six Classics of Confucianism have been so defiled."
The atmosphere in the entire auction hall froze the moment the Dean of Daotian Academy uttered those words.
Everyone looked at the dean of Daotian Academy with disbelief.
"How could he dare to do that!"
"That's the city lord, a true 'emperor,' how dare he speak like that?"
"How dare he say that the City Lord's auction is a defilement? We're doomed! This pedantic scholar dares to say anything. If the City Lord gets angry, I'm afraid..."
"Damn it, I've been fed up with these pedantic scholars for a long time. They can't even protect their ancestors' heritage, and now the city lord is putting it up for auction. How is that considered a defilement?"
"It's as if the city lord wouldn't have put one of the Six Classics back into their hands if he hadn't put it up for auction!"
In an instant, everyone's words were full of accusations. The words were like swords, each one piercing the heart of the Dean of Daotian Academy. His face was pale, but he remained proud and his eyes were filled with determination as he stared intently at Yang An, without the slightest thought of apologizing.
"?" Yang An was completely bewildered.
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