Chapter 574 The Ancient Nightmare Soul Body <TOC> Chapter 576 Coming Full Circle
Translator: SumTLMan
When Angel reminded Sanders, the —Dream Realm Travelogue— had already been raised to two million magic crystals by Sineva.
Angel remembered that when Sanders bought the “Grudge Doll” at the Twilight Auction, it cost seven million magic crystals.
However, when he heard the price at that time, he treated it as a vague concept and didn’t think too much about it. Until now, as he watched the numbers go up, Angel felt his blood boiling, ignited by something called “magic crystals.”
When everyone in the VIP room raised the price to over two million magic crystals, Angel’s eyes were filled with magic crystal symbols. For the first time, he felt so poor.
Not only Angel, but the other wizards at the auction had also gone crazy! This was millions of magic crystals, which in the hands of these big shots were like fleeting raindrops!
It should be known that most wizards couldn’t even produce ten thousand magic crystals.
The numbers kept changing and rising, and the price rose to nearly three million magic crystals before Sanders joined the fray. At this point, even the people in the VIP seats on the third floor were struggling to keep up.
A cough came from one of the VIP boxes.
“Ah, my lifetime savings are almost gone. Do you really want to bully an old lady like that?” A woman’s voice with a touch of vicissitudes came out.
“Bellflower Witch, you’ve made quite a bit of money selling witch soup. Now, playing the victim seems inappropriate, don’t you think?” Quete snorted.
“Arguing and competing will only waste magic crystals in the end. This isn’t a unique item, so why don’t you all stop and let me have it? After I win it, I’ll make a replica scroll for everyone?” Sineva suggested.
“Frost Moon, don’t be so greedy,” Graves said coldly.
“Is it because I’ve been pressing you down for so many years that you’ve become twisted and tried to tarnish Frost Moon’s reputation?” Sineva’s words were filled with sarcasm.
Graves didn’t want to engage in a war of words and just snorted coldly.
Seeing this group of old monsters using various tactics for the sake of magic crystals, Angel finally understood the profound meaning behind the massive magic crystals represented by the numbers.
Even the True Knowledge wizards couldn’t hold on anymore.
When the price reached three million five hundred thousand magic crystals, the price increase began to slow down, and the bidders in the VIP room started to be more cautious when bidding.
After experiencing a period of being “blinded by magic crystals,” Angel regained some sanity.
“Mentor, why not take Sineva’s suggestion? I think what she said makes sense. It’s just an ordinary scroll, and it wouldn’t be difficult to make a replica. Arguing and competing seem pointless,” Angel looked at Sanders.
“There is a sealing spell,” Sanders pointed to the faint light patterns on the scroll.
“Items engraved with sealing spells can only be used once. If others want to obtain the content, they can only hope that the person who breaks the seal is willing to tell the truth. So, even if Sineva gets the scroll and is willing to share it with others, do you think they can trust what she says?”
“They could use truth-detection spells, right?”
“First of all, that would be an insult to Sineva. Moreover, truth-detection spells can be easily avoided by someone of Sineva’s level in many ways.”
When the price struggled to reach 3.76 million magic crystals, only Sineva and Quete remained in the bidding.
Quete hesitated when bidding, but Sineva seemed to be very skilled.
The silence was particularly long this time, and the entire auction house was quiet. Everyone guessed without Quete expressing it himself that he had reached his limit.
After some mental deliberation, Quete finally made his last bid: “3.75 million.”
Sineva smiled faintly and raised the bid without hesitation: “3.76 million.”
With only a 10,000 difference, Quete thought for a long time, sighed, and did not follow the price.
Melanctha heard Quete’s sigh, knowing that he had given up on following the price, and began the final price confirmation.
“3.76 million going once,” “3.76 million going twice,”…
Just as the words “going thrice” were about to fall and Sineva felt that she had already won, Sanders, who had been silent for most of the day, finally spoke at this moment.
“4 million.”
A soft whisper, and the whole venue was shocked. Everyone was well aware of who the guest in the 012 VIP room was.
It can be said that the highest-ranking person in the entire auction was undoubtedly Sanders. Even if Sineva was a second-level true knowledge witch, the gap between them could still be described as heaven and earth. Sineva had just entered the second level of wizardry, while Sanders was at the peak of the second level, with unparalleled combat power.
Such an important figure suddenly started bidding at this moment?
Did he confront Sineva head-on?
As everyone speculated, Sineva also made a bid: “4.01 million.”
Sanders raised his eyebrows: “4.5 million.”
Without hesitation, he instantly increased by 500,000!
In the VIP room, Sineva’s nails dug in sharply; this price was precisely her bottom line. She only had 4.5 million, not a penny more.
Sineva wanted to say something, but the other party was Sanders, not Graves.
In the end, Sineva clenched her fist and gave up on following the price.
After Melanctha confirmed the price three times, the hammer fell: “This scroll for —Dream Realm Travelogue— belongs to the 012 VIP room.”
Sanders’ last-minute bid took the scroll for —Dream Realm Travelogue— directly, leaving everyone else in the room astonished. Especially the guests in the VIP rooms on the third floor, it was as if their previous back-and-forth, pretending to be pitiful, were all part of a play.
A play performed for Sanders.
Just to set off the final hammer of Sanders’ bidding.
Angel was also dazed, knowing that Sanders was wealthy, but never realizing that Sanders’ foundation was even deeper than he had imagined… On second thought, it made sense, as Sanders had the backing of the entire Nightmare Plane’s resources.
With this thought, Angel felt at ease. Because he firmly believed that the Nightmare Plane could also become his foundation in the future!
After Sanders won the —Dream Realm Travelogue—, the auction was basically over. However, Angel was still curious about the remaining two finale items and kept his eyes fixed on the auction stage.
And behind him, Sanders twitched his ears at this moment, looking strangely at a certain place below the stage. His mouth opened and closed from time to time, obviously communicating with someone.
After pondering for a moment, Sanders’ gaze began to wander, finally landing on Angel. Angel, however, was immersed in curiosity about the last two auction items, completely unaware of Sanders’ meaningful gaze.
The penultimate item was a portable fortress, a product of Mechanical City Research Institute, led by the deputy dean and made by several mechanical alchemy masters. It not only integrated offense and defense but also had extremely high mobility. This strategic fortress had strong adaptability in any encounter battle, regardless of the environment.
The virtual image of the fortress resembled the sky carrier that Angel had seen in movies. However, it was obvious to the naked eye that the sky carrier and the strategic fortress were products of two different civilizations.
In the end, this strategic fortress was auctioned off by a wizard family for 3 million magic crystals.
After the strategic fortress was auctioned off, it was time for the finale of the auction.
Angel looked expectantly at the auction stage, wondering what kind of item Melanctha would bring out at the end. But the auction stage remained empty, and the item was late to appear. Just as Angel thought there was a mistake in the auction, Melanctha said: “The last item is the same as before. But this time, there’s an additional spot for Soul Pool cultivation. Start bidding.”
Before Angel could react, the price soared to 3 million magic crystals.
What was the same as before? A Soul Pool cultivation spot? What was that?
Angel turned his head with questions, wanting to ask Sanders for his opinion. But just as he turned around, he found that Sanders was staring at him with an unfathomable gaze.
“Mentor?”
Sanders withdrew his gaze and looked at the fierce bidding outside: “The last item in each monthly auction of Sky Auction House is a ‘Myriad Demon Abyss’ quota. That place… is transformed by a Mysterious Object, and has a probability to assist in entering the path of true knowledge. Although entering the path still depends on your understanding, it’s still borrowing some external power, so those who enter the path of true knowledge this way are at the bottom.”
Pausing, Sanders continued: “As for the Soul Pool…”
His expression was filled with strong mockery: “So many people died in the Purification Garden, and their souls eventually returned to the Soul Pool. Through some special refining method, it has a certain probability to assist you in embarking on that path, but this wild method is even more vulgar than the Myriad Demon Abyss, and it’s probably just that for this lifetime.”
“For those who have never been able to enter true knowledge, it’s like a guiding light, right?” Angel said.
“A guiding light? The Myriad Demon Abyss stimulates your inspiration from the side, allowing you to create spells and embark on the path of self with a certain probability. Although it involves external power, it ultimately relies on self-enlightenment. As for the purification pool, it stimulates your potential and forcibly opens your understanding of true knowledge by borrowing the wisdom of countless souls… Once you embark on this path, whether the final result is you or someone else becomes unknown.”
Sanders: “I advise you not to focus on this. Even if Flora has never entered the path of true knowledge, she has never thought about taking shortcuts, because it concerns her own future potential.”
Angel nodded in agreement.
At this time, Sky Auction gradually came to an end.
Angel didn’t pay attention to who got the final finale item. After Sanders picked up the —Dream Realm Travelogue—, he and Sanders got into a carriage and drove away from the Sky Auction.
The carriage’s wheels began to roll, disappearing into the deep night.
After boarding the carriage, Angel leaned on the soft backrest and took a nap. Although he had caught up on sleep last night and slept until daylight, his fatigue had not completely disappeared. Taking advantage of the quiet time in the carriage, accompanied by the swaying frequency, Angel soon fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, it was already half an hour later.
He propped himself up and sat up, and the faint scent of tea greeted him.
They were still in the carriage, but Sanders now held a cup of tea in one hand and the —Dream Realm Travelogue— in the other, reading and drinking tea, quite content.
“Mentor, haven’t we arrived home yet?” Angel climbed onto the carriage window and looked out.
Outside, the buildings were bustling and lively, completely unlike the desolate countryside where the flower manor was located.
Did he just sleep for a moment? They hadn’t even left the main city area yet?
At that moment, Sanders had also just finished reading the —Dream Realm Travelogue—. After closing the scroll, the sealing spell’s effect slowly turned the scroll into ashes in his hand.
The tea cup he held in his right hand also disappeared in an instant.
“We’re not going back for now; I’m taking you to meet the person who consigned this scroll.”
Meet the person who consigned this scroll? Angel looked puzzled, why did he want to take me?
“The other party specifically asked to see you.”
Chapter 574 The Ancient Nightmare Soul Body <TOC> Chapter 576 Coming Full Circle