103: Chapter 103 Devouring Heaven Demon Art

The wooden box on the display stand remained perfectly intact.

The folding fan in Gu Sheng's hand snapped shut, tapping against the table with a crisp sound.

The sound echoed through the silent venue, jolting the old monsters lying prostrate on the floor.

The pressure from the Upper Realm powerhouse receded, leaving only a thick scent of blood in the air. In the deep pit of the plaza, that pool of golden blood was still hissing as it corroded the floor tiles.

A Great Emperor.

A living, breathing Great Emperor.

The representatives of the top forces from the four major domains were all huddled in their private booths, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Gu Sheng scanned the entire venue.

"Just now, the Nine Nether Magic Sect bid five Top-Grade Spirit Stones, plus half an ancient emperor's corpse." Gu Sheng tapped the wooden box. "Are there any more bids? The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion is open for business and values fair bidding. That little interlude just now won't stop us from making a fortune."

Private Booth No. 2.

The string of prayer beads in the Three-Life Ancient Buddha's hand snapped, and the bodhi seeds rolled all over the floor. The old monk lowered his head to chant, no longer speaking. No matter how deep the Buddhist foundations were, it wasn't worth offending a living Great Emperor for half a Demonic Technique.

Private Booth No. 3.

The Southern Border Demon Emperor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and propped up the shattered window lattice to hide himself. The Yao Race had long lifespans, and he hadn't lived long enough yet.

Private Booth No. 4.

Jian Wuji hugged his precept-breaking blade and shrank back. He owed the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion three hundred years of hard labor; looking at it now, this labor was well worth it. At the very least, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was a true powerhouse to rely on, much better than that wretched place, the Sword Burial Abyss.

Private Booth No. 1.

Ye Yuan propped his legs back up on the table.

"The old devil bid five Top-Grade Spirit Veins." Ye Yuan picked his ear, his voice lazy. "This Divine Son bids six. Plus thirty percent of the East Sea Dragon Clan's treasury."

In the booth opposite, Nether Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.

This Cultivation Technique was practically tailor-made for the Nine Nether Magic Sect. Once mastered, he was confident he could attain the Dao during this Great Era.

"Divine Son of the Ye Family, you cultivate the Ancient Desolate Magic Body, what do you want with this Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art!" Nether Ancestor ground his teeth.

Ye Yuan glanced at him sideways.

"This Divine Son is taking it back to prop up a table leg. Why, is it any of your business?"

Nether Ancestor was choked with rage. He turned to look at Gu Sheng on the stage, then glanced at Jiang Taixu, who was quietly drinking tea in the corner, and forced himself to swallow his fury.

"Seven Top-Grade Spirit Veins!" Nether Ancestor steeled his heart. "Plus the ancient emperor's corpse and half of the Nine Nether Magic Sect's Scripture Pavilion collection!"

This was completely emptying the Nine Nether Magic Sect's coffers.

Ye Yuan let out a yawn.

"Pauper. This Divine Son won't compete with you anymore."

He waved his hand and leaned back into the armchair.

Gu Sheng smiled on stage and brought down the gavel.

"Sold. Congratulations to the Nether Ancestor."

The System panel in his mind was flashing frantically.

[From Nether Ancestor's heartache, destiny points +30,000]

[From the East Domain Cultivators' awe of the Ye Family's wealth, destiny points +20,000]

[From the entire venue's fear of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's Great Emperor, destiny points +100,000]

The balance skyrocketed, breaking through the five million mark.

This wave of harvesting was incredibly smooth.

The auction ended.

Representatives from the major forces queued up backstage to pay and collect their goods.

Nether Ancestor's hands were shaking as he handed over the deeds for the seven Top-Grade Spirit Veins and the storage ring containing the ancient emperor's corpse to Su Jiuer. Upon receiving the wooden box containing the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, he didn't even dare to look back, turning into a streak of bloody light as he rushed out of Heavenly Saint City.

The Three-Life Ancient Buddha and the Southern Border Demon Emperor also paid their city entry fees and left dejectedly.

Ye Yuan slammed five million Top-Grade Spirit Stones onto the table and took the Enlightenment Tea Leaves. Chu Kuangren watched from behind, swallowing his saliva.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Yuan tossed the tea leaf to Chu Kuangren. "It's your reward. Hurry up and achieve a Breakthrough to the Creation Realm; don't go out and embarrass the Ye Family."

Chu Kuangren held the tea leaf, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed three times.

The Penglai Sword Sect had truly managed to latch onto a powerful supporter this time.

At the top floor of the Star-Plucking Tower.

Gu Sheng leaned back in his armchair, counting the spirit vein deeds and Heaven And Earth Treasures in his storage ring.

The treasury of the Great Xia Dynasty wasn't even as wealthy as he was now.

Jiang Taixu sat opposite him, still maintaining that calm and indifferent demeanor. His white clothes were untainted by dust, and not even a trace of Killing Intent remained.

"The God King's sword strike was truly magnificent." Gu Sheng raised his teacup.

Jiang Taixu nodded slightly.

"Those from the Upper Realm are rejected by the Laws of the Lower Realm, so their strength is not even one-tenth of its original. If I were in my prime, that strike would have done more than just sever his hand."

Gu Sheng tapped the table.

"Even with less than a tenth of their power, they still dared to reach down. It seems those people in the Upper Realm treat the Lower Realm as their own backyard."

The door was pushed open.

Ye Yuan walked in swaggering.

With this Clone and the main body facing each other, the scene was somewhat eerie.

Ye Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down, untying a dragon tendon from his waist and tossing it onto the table.

"The tendon of that old loach from the East Sea; it took a bit of effort to pull it out." Ye Yuan poured himself a cup of tea. "There's no more fun to be had in the East Domain. The Dragon Clan has sealed the sea, and the Three Pavilions are playing dead. I plan to head to the Southern Border. There are many Yao Beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, perfect for practice."

Gu Sheng put the dragon tendon into his storage ring.

"Going to the Southern Border is fine. Su Qianxue is there as the Sect Leader of Baicao Valley. Don't go trampling her medicinal fields."

Ye Yuan sneered.

"A mere slip of a girl; this Divine Son wouldn't stoop to bullying her."

The System text flickered.

[Host, five million destiny points. You can perform one Supreme Ten-Pull. Or exchange for the complete version of a Great Emperor-grade Formation.]

Gu Sheng responded in his mind.

"Save it for now."

The struggle of the Great Era has only just begun. The old monsters of the four domains were taught a lesson by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and won't dare to show their faces for a short while. But these people have lived for over a hundred thousand years; they have plenty of trump cards.

The Three-Life Ancient Buddha of the Great Leiyin Temple didn't win anything in the auction; he'll definitely cause trouble when he gets back.

Nether Ancestor took the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art; the Nine Nether Magic Sect will surely face a bloodbath.

The Southern Border Demon Emperor returned empty-handed; the Yao Race in the Hundred Thousand Mountains will likely riot.

The ancient corpse from the Northern Plains' Heaven Burial Island bought the kunlun mirror; that place was already sinister, and now with an Immortal Artifact replica, who knows what kind of trouble they'll stir up.

Gu Sheng stood up and walked to the window.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in Heavenly Saint City was rising once again.

The progress bar of the Golden Great Era had already reached ninety percent.

The Laws of the Heavenly Dao were undergoing their final reorganization.

"Jiuer."

Su Jiuer walked in holding an account book.

"Pavilion Master."

"Spread the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's intelligence network completely. The Great Leiyin Temple in the West Desolate, the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Southern Border, and Heaven Burial Island in the Northern Plains. I want a detailed report from these three places every day," Gu Sheng ordered.

Su Jiuer took the order and withdrew.

Gu Sheng turned to look at Jiang Taixu.

"God King. In the coming days, I'll have to trouble you to guard Heavenly Saint City."

Jiang Taixu nodded.

"Rest assured, Pavilion Master. With me here, the sky will not fall."

West Desolate.

Nine Nether Magic Sect territory.

Nether Ancestor crashed into the main hall like a streak of bloody light.

He waved his hand to activate the sect-protecting Formation, sealing off the entire Magic Sect.

Inside the hall, several Magic Sect Elders came forward to meet him.

"Ancestor, how was the auction? Did you manage to get that Immortal Artifact?" the Grand Elder asked.

Nether Ancestor did not answer. He took out that black wooden box from his storage ring.

The wooden box opened, and the damaged Jade Slip emitted a heart-palpitating Devilish Qi.

With just one glance, the Grand Elder had the illusion that his Primordial Spirit was being swallowed.

"This is..."

"A Great Emperor-grade Cultivation Technique, the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art." Nether Ancestor's voice was hoarse, filled with uncontrollable fervor.

Gasps filled the hall.

A Great Emperor-grade Cultivation Technique.

The Nine Nether Magic Sect was about to rise.

"Pass down the order. Seal the sect. I am going into seclusion to comprehend the Demonic Technique." Nether Ancestor put away the wooden box. "Anyone who dares to disturb me shall be killed without mercy."

The several Elders accepted the order and withdrew.

Nether Ancestor entered the secret chamber.

He sat cross-legged and pressed the Jade Slip to his forehead.

A massive stream of information poured into his Sea of Consciousness.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art: devouring the Origin of all things to make it one's own.

This was a domineering path of plundering the heavens.

Nether Ancestor opened his eyes, a flash of crimson appearing in his gaze.

He took out the fragment of the transmission token left behind by the Nine Nether Devil Emperor.

"Ancestral Master. You looked down on the ants of the Lower Realm. Once I master the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art and ascend to the Upper Realm, I'll see if you, the Nine Nether Devil Emperor, are enough for me to swallow."

The wind and sand in the West Desolate grew even stronger.