Kryptonian fate deduction, invincibility starts from killing monsters

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's once-a-century auction isn't something just anyone can participate in.

If it weren't for Shen Lin having auction items entrusted for consignment, using the "咫尺天涯" (Close as the Horizon) room would cost a hundred Spirit Accumulation Pearls.

If you wanted to participate in person at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion headquarters, you'd have to pay a minimum of ten thousand Spirit Accumulation Pearls just to enter.

Shen Lin nodded and stepped inside.

As he entered, the dim room's four walls suddenly emitted a faint glow.

Then, they gradually became transparent, projecting a scene.

Inside an incredibly spacious hall, people were already seated.

Rows of seemingly ordinary seats each contained hidden wonders.

There were giants hundreds of feet tall, insects the size of thumbs, ethereal仙族 (Xian race), and 金身族 (Golden Body race) radiating golden light as if covered in gold powder.

There was even a thousand-foot-long golden dragon casually lying on a seat, enjoying the fine wine and delicacies passed to it by attendants.

Regardless of their size, these seats perfectly enveloped them.

Was this some kind of application of the Grand Dao of Space?

After curiously examining it, Shen Lin turned his gaze elsewhere.

Although the hall itself was vast and decorated with splendor,

and those seated within were mostly Transcendent Realm cultivators, with many being Fusion Realm cultivators,

the few Enlightenment Realm cultivators were accompanied by powerful followers.

However, the true big shots at this auction were seated in small, suspended rooms high above.

Some were enveloped in black light curtains, completely isolating the outside world's view.

Others seemed unafraid of external prying, or even intentionally flaunting themselves, with no concealment whatsoever.

Those sitting in these unconcealed boxes were all direct descendants of major clans.

仙族 (Xian race), 圣羽族 (Saint Feather race), 幽魂族 (Nether Soul race)...

Upon seeing the Nether Soul race's box, Shen Lin was momentarily stunned.

Venerable Nether Soul sat there with a gloomy expression, coldly watching his surroundings.

He seemed to be searching for the guy who dared to send their Nether Soul race's secret inheritance to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion for consignment.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly turned his head and met Shen Lin's eyes.

At that moment, Shen Lin felt his entire body turn cold, as if frozen in place.

This Venerable Realm existence of the Nether Soul race seemed to have crossed an unknown distance, seeing Shen Lin directly through the barrier set up by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Just then, a soft cough sounded.

The screen in Shen Lin's room flickered slightly.

Then, Venerable Nether Soul's gaze seemed to be completely cut off.

Allowing Shen Lin to escape from that suffocating feeling.

"The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's rules, has the Nether Soul race's esteemed guest forgotten them?"

A faint voice echoed in Venerable Nether Soul's box, the tone calm but with a clear hint of warning.

Venerable Nether Soul was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "After all, it concerns my clan's inheritance, I couldn't control myself for a moment, I hope Third Manager... will forgive me."

"Not again!"

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's Third Manager wasn't afraid of Venerable Nether Soul at all, directly throwing down these words.

Venerable Nether Soul touched his nose and said nothing.

Although the Nether Soul race was one of the top races in this Chaos Sea, truly provoking the Myriad Treasures Pavilion would also be troublesome.

Even the Nether Soul race didn't have an accurate concept of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion's depths.

They only knew that their several Managers were all Venerable Realm existences.

And above these Managers, it was rumored that there was an enigmatic Proprietor.

Whose cultivation was no weaker than the trump cards of their major races.

Moreover, regardless of strength, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion could cause them a headache simply by cutting off contact with the Nether Soul race.

Recently, these major races had become increasingly reliant on the various items produced by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

If the Myriad Treasures Pavilion no longer served them, many things for these major races would be affected.

This matter... I should find some time to communicate with the other major races.

It's not good to always be manipulated by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion like this.

Just as Venerable Nether Soul was pondering, the Third Manager's voice rang out again, immediately quieting the noisy venue.

"The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's once-a-century auction is about to begin..."

"This time, it's my turn to preside over it."

"I don't like to spend time like others, talking about the history of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, recent achievements, and future prospects."

"I prefer to keep it simple. So... the auction officially begins!"

Hearing the Third Manager's words, those who had attended previous auctions immediately smiled knowingly.

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's several Managers each had their own temperaments and habits.

Some liked to talk endlessly, talking about the history of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, talking about their difficulties, even to the point of shedding tears when they got emotional.

Others were like this Third Manager, straightforward and decisive.

The previous auction was presided over by the Second Manager.

At that time, that person talked non-stop for almost a year before the auction officially began.

In comparison, they still preferred the style of the person in front of them.

Perhaps the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was also thinking that something had happened at the previous auction, so they handed this one over to this Third Manager to preside over...

Just as everyone was pondering, a仙族 (Xian race) beauty in a red dress, holding a long sword, walked to the center of the stage with graceful steps.

"Today's first auction item is this Seventh-Rank Dao Artifact."

A Seventh-Rank Dao Artifact was two ranks higher than the 梼杌 (Taotie) Saber in Shen Lin's hands.

It was already close to a Middle-Grade Dao Artifact.

"Starting bid is seven hundred thousand Spirit Accumulation Pearls..."

Before she could finish speaking, someone below shouted: "Eight hundred thousand Spirit Accumulation Pearls!!"

"Nine hundred thousand!!!"

"One million!!!"

Before long, the bid had exceeded one million Spirit Accumulation Pearls, causing Shen Lin to shake his head.

This was just the first auction item, which could be said to be the lowest-grade item in a normal auction.

But even so, it had aroused such fierce competition.

But this was also normal.

If cultivation techniques were the foundation of cultivators, determining the height a cultivator could reach,

then Dao Artifacts were the insurance to ensure you could reach this height without falling midway.

After all, cultivators couldn't always hide in one place and cultivate silently. Whether for cultivation resources or to improve their state of mind, they had to go out and interact with other cultivators.

With contact, there might be conflict.

And a cultivator wielding a Dao Artifact could completely achieve a crushing victory in battle.

Therefore, for their own lives, cultivators would definitely not be stingy with investment in things like Dao Artifacts.