The voice reverberated through the hall once more, carrying a stern warning. "I will not tolerate any further bickering or disruption. This auction is a sacred gathering of cultivators. If either of you disrupts the harmony of this event again, you will be removed from the premises."
His words hung in the air, carrying the weight of authority. The Villainess Earth Witch and the Ominous Dagger Lord locked eyes once more, realizing the gravity of the situation. They nodded in understanding and stepped back into their chambers, their rivalry temporarily stifled.
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As the scene unfolded, the gathered audience found themselves holding their breath in anticipation. The voice that resonated from the third floor seemed to possess an imposing presence, capable of instilling fear even in the hearts of two highly accomplished Seventh-Order experts.
The Villainess Earth Witch and the Ominous Dagger Lord, though still harboring their respective grudges, understood the consequences of further disruption. As the auction progressed, they maintained a careful distance, their attention focused on the treasures at hand.
The auctioneer resumed her position, ready to introduce the next artifact. The atmosphere in the hall shifted, a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation settling among the crowd.
Finally, after much anticipation, the auctioneer gracefully pulled back the emerald green silk cloth, unveiling the last ancient medicine. The hall fell into an immediate hush as all eyes were drawn to the vial sitting before them. Its transparent glass sparkled under the glow of the chandeliers, emitting ethereal hues that danced across its surface. The liquid contained within seemed to possess a life of its own, swirling and shimmering with a mesmerizing radiance.
With a tone filled with reverence and awe, the auctioneer began to speak."Last but certainly not least, we present to you the Elixir of Primordial Vitality," she announced, her words vibrating with a profound gravity. "Rumored to have originated from the primordial era, this elixir holds within its very essence the power to bestow boundless life force. It is said to possess the ability to not only regenerate both body and soul but also restore a peak Seventh-order expert cultivation to its peak condition."
As the item was revealed, a collective gasp swept through the room. All eyes were fixed on the small vial, their faces displaying various degrees of astonishment and wonder. On the first floor, a flurry of fervent discussion erupted amongst the guests.
"No way! Such a thing still exists!" exclaimed one expert, his voice filled with disbelief.
"To think that All Things Chamber managed to acquire something of this magnitude! How?" another whispered, unable to hide their fascination.
"Strange! An elixir of this nature should only exist within the depths of secret realms, belonging to the last epoch!" someone else chimed in, their tone tinged with awe.
"Indeed! How did the All Things Chamber gain entrance into such a realm?" another mused, their voice filled with curiosity.
Meanwhile, on the second floor, a different scene unfolded. The majority of the guests pulled out their communication devices, sending messages to their respective factions. The information regarding the Elixir of Primordial Vitality was too significant to keep to themselves.
On the third floor, a strikingly different atmosphere prevailed. Unlike the bustling crowds and scattered seats below, this level consisted of a grand chamber with only ten seats, each occupied by a revered and well-known figure across the entire domain.
The figure who just spoke was and old man with a face weathered by time and experience. His flowing, meticulously organized gray hair cascaded down to his shoulders, framing a face adorned with a long and distinguished gray beard. Each strand of gray hair seemed to tell a story, whispering tales of a lifetime spent in pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment.
"Humph to think that the two of them will aslo attend the auction." muttered one of the ten experts gathered in the lavish hall, his displeasure evident as he contemplated the impending event. Clad in a pristine white robe, his attire lent an air of sophistication and prestige to his presence.
Known as Green Lotus Emperor, a title that commanded respect and reverence. His regal presence was undeniable, a testament to his status as one of the few lone experts who had reached the pinnacle of the half-step void return realm. This achievement placed him in a league of his own, even among the formidable powerhouses of factions like the Mortal Ascension Legion and Starry Sky Alliance.
Green Lotus Emperor was not alone in his pursuit of greatness. There were others like him, individuals of exceptional talent and unwavering determination. Each of these lone experts had their eyes firmly fixed on a single goal - the Primordial Sea Realm, a realm that few could fathom and even fewer dared to tread
The old man sighed, his expression revealing a mix of understanding and resignation. "We don’t prevent anyone from attending the auction; it’s one of our golden rules,"
The Green Lotus Emperor listened intently, contemplating the old man’s words. After a brief moment of reflection, he spoke, his tone laced with a blend of respect and admiration. "The All Things Chamber truly follows its rules faithfully, and that is a commendable trait."
"In the realm of business, integrity is of utmost importance," the old man replied, his words carried by a gentle laughter. Such was the way of the All Things Chamber, an organization that held steadfast to its principles, even in the face of uncertainty and intrigue.
"But Senior Wan," the Green Lotus Emperor interjected, his voice now revealing a touch of curiosity and caution. "I don’t recall ever hearing of the existence of such a secret realm," he admitted, his emerald eyes reflecting the flicker of intrigue.
"Most likely, it was something planned by the Chamber from long ago, isn’t that right, Senior Wan?" interjected one of the ten experts. This man, garbed in red robes and sporting a long, fiery red beard.
Wan Ling, the current Lord of the All Things Chamber, chuckled amusedly. Although his name seemed unremarkable, his status and age made him one of the oldest beings in the entire domain. To be addressed as "Senior Wan" by such an ancient being was a testament to his power and influence.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, you are completely mistaken," Wan Ling said with a benevolent smile. "It was sheer luck that brought this exquisite item into our possession."
To be referred to as a "Fellow Daoist" by an ancient being like Wan Ling was a mark of distinction. This person was none other than Feng Tian, the current Lord of the Divine Spirit Palace. Like the Green Lotus Emperor, he too had achieved the prestigious rank of a half-step void return realm expert, further cementing his position as one of the most formidable figures in the domain.
Suddenly, a gentle yet cold voice pierced through the air, capturing the attention of everyone present. It belonged to a black-robed woman, her posture exuding an air of grace and mystery.
"Senior Wan, are there any other extraordinary items similar to this one?" she inquired, her voice betraying a hint of longing.
Wan Ling stroked his long, gray beard, the wrinkles on his weathered face deepening as he smiled knowingly. "You need not worry, Miss Shen. There are indeed other items of similar value that have yet to be revealed."
Miss Shen’s laughter was filled with amusement and a touch of mischief, resonating through the air. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she jested, "What about the bid for them?"
Wan Ling, displaying an air of confidence and reassurance, met Miss Shen’s gaze. His eyes flickered with calculated wisdom as he replied, "You don’t need to worry, Miss Shen. As usual, if you possess something of comparable value, we will gladly consider it as a form of payment."
The room fell silent, interrupted only by the soft rustling of robes as everyone turned their attention to the enigmatic figure standing defiantly in the shadows. He was Zhang Feng, the current leader of Heaven’s End Pavilion. Dressed in a flowing black robe that concealed his form, his unkempt black hair seemed to mirror the rebellious aura emanating from him.
Zhang Feng’s voice carried an undercurrent of authority and skepticism as he confronted Wan Ling. "Humph! Old man, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve invited us here to extract money from us, haven’t you?"
As his words hung in the air, a mixture of tension and curiosity permeated the room. The dim lighting only heightened the dramatic effect, casting intriguing shadows on the faces of the gathered experts. All eyes were fixed on Wan Ling, awaiting his response to Zhang Feng’s bold accusation.
Wan Ling replied calmly. "The purpose of this gathering is not to swindle anyone out of their money. The All Things Chamber prides itself on fairness and integrity."
A mischievous smirk danced across Zhang Feng’s lips, revealing a hint of adventure and wit. "Old man, are you sure there aren’t any hidden agendas behind this grand event of yours? I’ve heard rumors, you know. Rumors of treasures far more valuable than what has already been shown."
Wan Ling met Zhang Feng’s piercing gaze with a calm and knowing smile. "Ah, Zhang Feng, always attuned to the whispers that circulate through the realm. Rest assured, the All Things Chamber operates under complete transparency. The treasures unveiled thus far are but a glimpse of what lies beyond. If you possess something of comparable value, we would be honored to include it in the auction."
Zhang Feng’s eyes gleamed with mischief and a hint of challenge. "Oh, I’m certain I possess a few things that might pique your interest." He leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with intrigue. "But do be prepared, Old man. I never play by the rules, you know that right ?"