Chapter 339: The Whole World Stirred
The Divine City resonated as the various Saint Lords traversed the void, carrying the sound waves of the Primordial Bell with them.
At Purple Mountain, the Great Emperor Wu Shi had left behind a great bell, stationed there, which had recently stirred the winds and clouds of the world, becoming the focal point of attention.
The second assault on Purple Mountain ended in failure once again. The Holy Lands suffered losses and returned with diminished forces, shaking the Divine City.
Half an hour later, news spread: three Saint Lords were severely wounded, and many senior figures were reduced to dust under the Primordial Bell’s waves, their forms and spirits utterly destroyed.
“Hiss—”
Upon learning of this outcome, a wave of sharp intakes of breath echoed through the Divine City. Everyone was shocked.
This time, the several Holy Lands had reached an agreement with the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Domain. Borrowing the Devouring Demon Jar, they attempted to enter Purple Mountain, only to fail once more.
If not for the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar blocking the Primordial Bell’s waves at the critical moment, even the Saint Lords would have been in grave danger.
The Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, the Sun God Furnace, and the Void Ancient Mirror—the so-called trump cards of the Holy Lands—were still not deployed this time. Half an Extreme Weapon ultimately could not withstand the Primordial Bell.
With such a major event unfolding, the few people naturally had no heart to remain seated. They rose one after another, and the banquet dispersed.
As An Miaoyi was about to leave, she smiled charmingly and said, “Little Brother Gu, if you ever want to sell the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword, you must consider Miaoyi.”
Just a few days later, the news spread throughout the world.
The world was astonished. What had the Great Emperor Wu Shi left behind? A bell with no one controlling it still possessed such might, truly a terrifying thought.
A deep bell toll rang out, spreading across the Divine City. It was not the Primordial Bell, but the great bell of the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion, announcing to all in the Divine City that a rare and extraordinary auction was about to take place.
Whenever such a bell sounded, the Divine City would be stirred. This time was no exception. Many people shot into the sky, flying toward the treasure pavilion above.
“Be careful in a moment. I suspect there might be Saint Lord-rank figures attending,” Ye Fan said.
Li Heishui nodded. They soared upward and arrived at the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion.
Clouds and mists churned, and palaces stretched out in clusters. There were spatial barriers here, making the area many times more expansive than it appeared from below.
At the center stood a massive palace, as if built by giants of the ancient era. It was extremely tall and majestic, towering like a mountain in the middle.
This was the renowned Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion. It could accommodate even a hundred thousand people, with seats for all.
It was extravagantly luxurious, shimmering with purple light throughout, entirely constructed from precious Purple Sun Stone, flowing with dreamlike colors.
When Ye Fan and Li Heishui arrived, they happened to encounter Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian. Beside them was a young man of notable bearing.
Upon seeing Ye Fan and the others, Wu Ziming’s face immediately darkened, and he sneered repeatedly.
“Brother Wu, what are you grinning about? Did something good happen?” Li Heishui asked. The other party was clearly sneering, with a bone-chilling coldness and murderous intent, yet he spoke this way.
“Black kid, don’t get too cocky. You’ll get what’s coming to you!” Li Chongtian said coldly.
“Are you still thinking of killing us and stealing our goods?” Li Heishui said, unconcerned.
Wu Ziming sneered, “Don’t think that just because you know a bit of Source Art, you can run rampant in the Divine City. There are powerful people who will crush you!”
“Who wants to crush us?” Ye Fan asked casually.
“Someone will stomp you flat with Source Art!” Li Chongtian laughed coldly.
“What little you’ve learned is nothing but rustic tricks. In front of a true Source Art Aristocratic Clan, you’re nothing!” Wu Ziming taunted.
“We haven’t learned much, but someone just sent us tens of thousands of catties of Source,” Li Heishui said with a laugh.
“So these are the two who cut open the Nine-Orifice Stone Man?” A man in brocade robes, with an air of arrogance and self-conceit, spoke up from the side.
“That’s right, these two brats,” Li Chongtian replied.
“Alright, I’ve got it. I’ll go to the Stone Gambling Hall and bet them until their faces turn green, so they’ll never dare step into this trade again in their lives,” the brocade man said, glancing lightly at Ye Fan and Li Heishui before not looking a second time.
Wu Ziming sneered, “Just wait. A great stone-gambling battle is about to begin. As soon as you show up at the Stone Gambling Hall, you’ll be green-faced!”
“Fighting them counts as a stone-gambling battle?” The brocade man shook his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “Unless the Origin Heavenly Master is reborn.” He didn’t spare Ye Fan or Li Heishui another glance and walked straight ahead.
Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian treated the brocade man with extreme deference, accompanying him closely as they hurried after him.
“He’s acting like he’s on top of the world. Who is this guy?” Li Heishui squinted as he watched the three walk away.
“He should be from a Source Art Aristocratic Clan, probably a remarkable genius,” Ye Fan said, looking at the man’s back.
“How can you be sure?” Li Heishui asked.
“That man’s right index finger faintly shows a pale golden light. That’s a sign that the ‘Touch-Stone-to-Gold Hand’ has reached perfection,” Ye Fan said.
“That formidable? Can we handle him?” Li Heishui asked.
“We’ll only know after trying,” Ye Fan said with a calm smile.
“Judging by your expression, you’re probably planning to swindle him, right?” Li Heishui grinned mischievously.
“Hard to say. This person is very skilled,” Ye Fan said with a smile.
When they arrived at the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion, Yao Yuekong had already been waiting for some time. He led them to a VIP private room upstairs, where they could clearly see everything in the auction hall below.
At that moment, the place was packed with people. Countless cultivators had come, and there was hardly an empty seat.
“The Red Dragon Daoist is here too!” Li Heishui pointed downward.
In an inconspicuous spot, the Red Dragon Daoist sat calmly among the crowd. Those around him clearly had no idea he was a terrifying figure.
“This is going to be interesting. The price of the divine medicine will definitely be sky-high. Look, people from all the Holy Lands are here,” Li Heishui chuckled.
This auction would feature many rare treasures, with the ancient divine medicine destined to be the grand finale.
Suddenly, Li Heishui stopped laughing. “I see my grandfather. I hope the old man doesn’t act like a fool, especially by bidding on that fruit that was gnawed by a dog.”
Some of the Thirteen Great Bandits had also come, showing just how enticing the ancient divine medicine was.
Suddenly, Ye Fan spotted several people wearing dragon crowns. Surprised, he said, “Could those be big shots from the Immortal Dynasties of the Central Province?”
Li Heishui also noticed them and nodded. “They must have come for the inheritance of the Great Emperor Wu Shi at Purple Mountain, passing through the Divine City on the way.”
The few people with dragon crowns exuded an extraordinary aura. They were not from the Great Xia Royal Clan and entered a VIP private room.
“And there are baldies. A few old bald heads have come over there,” Li Heishui said, his eyes widening. “Those old baldies seem to have halos behind their heads.”
Ye Fan was astonished. “People from the Buddhist Sect of the Western Desert. Halos behind their heads—that’s truly terrifying!”
At the same time, he couldn’t help but marvel. The fame of the Great Emperor Wu Shi shook the ages, past and present. As soon as his inheritance appeared, it stirred the whole world. These people must all be here for Purple Mountain.