The aura of the Abyss!
And there was more than one!
These auras were concealed incredibly well, as if they had merged into the formation patterns of the Dark Web’s underground city.
An ordinary martial artist—even a Martial Sovereign—would never have detected the slightest trace of them.
But Su Yu’s cultivation had already reached the Martial Emperor level. Moreover, he had personally slain a Demon Saint before and was far too familiar with the aura of the Abyssal Origin.
“There’s an ambush.”
It was probably aimed at him.
Yesterday, his Martial Spirit cultivation and the Demon Saint-grade core he possessed had made it easy for others to connect him with the identity of Su Yuan.
Had the Abyss come for revenge?
Should he retreat?
Su Yu shook his head.
The reason was simple.
First, his normal combat strength was already comparable to that of a Martial Emperor. On top of that, the storage ring held the nation-guarding-grade battle armor Zong Yan had just given him.
Combined with the terrifying fivefold amplification of the perfected Great Wilderness Starfall Dharma Aspect, he had nothing to fear.
Forget a few Abyssal rats hiding in the shadows.
Even if an Abyssal Demon Emperor descended in person, he would still dare to face it head-on!
Second—and most importantly—
He really needed money.
The trillion years of deductions in the system had already shown him just how sweet the rewards could be.
If he wanted to carry out the fourth compression of his blood and qi, and deduce his Spear Intent to the “Qi Resonance” realm, he would need an astronomical amount of money.
Without it, everything was merely empty talk.
This Demon Saint-grade core had to be sold today!
Anyone who stood in the way of him making money would die.
If this Dark Web auction house really was colluding with the Abyss…
Then that would be perfect.
He could take the opportunity to wipe out the entire auction house in one fell swoop.
With an unchanged expression, Su Yu strode through the entrance of the Dark Web auction house.
…
Heaven-Grade Private Room Number One.
Ji Wuyue, dressed in a red gown, had been waiting at the door for quite some time.
The moment she saw Su Yu, an extremely respectful smile immediately spread across her pale, alluring face.
“Mr. Su, you’re finally here.”
Ji Wuyue gave a slight bow, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of snowy white skin above her neckline.
“The auction is about to begin.”
“Your special auction has already been arranged as the finale.”
Su Yu gave her a casual glance.
His powerful mental strength instantly saw straight through Ji Wuyue.
The frequency of her heartbeat was fifteen percent faster than yesterday, and her blood flow was faintly irregular as well.
She was nervous.
Or perhaps, excited.
Su Yu did not expose her. He merely gave a slight nod.
“Lead the way.”
He entered the private room.
Su Yu sat down on a spacious leather sofa.
Through the one-way transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, he had a clear view of the enormous auction hall below.
The auction house was more than ten times livelier than it had been yesterday!
Every seat in the hall was occupied.
The VIP rooms suspended around it emanated waves of blood-and-qi pressure that made the heart tremble.
Martial Kings, Martial Sovereigns—
and Su Yu even sensed two obscure auras belonging to Martial Venerables!
Countless top tycoons, influential clans, prestigious families, and even military heavyweights from the Great Xia Kingdom had gathered here.
They had only one goal.
The Demon Saint-grade core!
“Mr. Su, this is today’s auction catalog. Please take a look.”
Ji Wuyue respectfully handed him a gilded catalog before quietly leaving the room.
Su Yu casually opened it, his gaze falling upon the auction stage below.
The auction began as usual.
One rare and priceless material after another, along with Heaven-grade cultivation techniques and high-level battle armor, was brought onto the stage in an endless stream.
“Deep-Sea Mother Crystal! Opening bid: ten billion!”
“Heaven-grade low-tier movement technique, Dragon Roaming Steps! Opening bid: thirty billion!”
“Peak-level Breaker warhammer! Opening bid: fifty billion!”
The auctioneer shouted himself hoarse.
Bidding echoed throughout the hall, and the atmosphere was exceptionally heated.
Those usually lofty and untouchable bigwigs were now fighting red-faced over resources.
But—
the true powerhouses were all waiting.
Waiting for the supreme treasure capable of changing the fate of an entire family.
Time passed by second after second.
When the auction entered its latter half, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly grew strangely quiet.
Everyone’s breathing became noticeably heavier.
Their eyes were fixed on the center of the auction stage.
The auctioneer wiped the sweat from his forehead. His voice trembled violently with uncontrollable excitement.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
“Next is the highest-grade, most valuable item our Dark Web has ever auctioned!”
“A complete…”
“Demon Saint-grade core!!!”
Boom!
The entire hall erupted!
As the auctioneer pulled away the red cloth covering the display stand, a fist-sized crystal appeared before everyone’s eyes. It was pitch-black from end to end, radiating a heart-pounding surge of Abyssal Origin energy.
The energy was so pure that the eyes of every high-level martial artist trapped at a bottleneck instantly turned red!
A chance to extend their lives!
A chance to break through!
This was a priceless treasure!
“Opening bid: one hundred billion!”
“Each increase must be no less than ten billion!”
The moment the auctioneer finished speaking, a stern voice rang out from one of the second-floor private rooms.
“Five hundred billion!”
The first bid immediately quintupled the opening price!
The entire hall collectively gasped.
However, this was only the beginning.
“Six hundred billion!”
“Seven hundred billion!”
“Eight hundred billion!!!”
The price shot upward like a rocket, rising at a shocking speed!
For the sake of this core, the top prestigious families had completely descended into madness. They were willing to sell everything they owned to get their hands on it.
Su Yu sat inside Heaven-Grade Private Room Number One.
He watched the numbers on the screen continue to jump.
A fiery light flashed through his deep eyes.
Eight hundred billion.
Judging by the current momentum, breaking through one trillion was absolutely possible.
Once the money was in his hands, he could immediately carry out the fourth compression of his blood and qi!
…
At the same time.
In the deepest part of the Dark Web auction house, inside an underground chamber covered in dark-red formation patterns—
Ji Wuyue knelt on one knee before a white-bone altar.
Behind her stood three sinister figures shrouded in broad red robes.
The three Archbishops in Red of the Abyssal Cult!
Every one of them radiated the terrifying aura of a peak Martial Venerable!
Above the altar, within the roiling mass of black mist, a hoarse voice filled with boundless pressure rang out.
“The time has come.”
“In thirty minutes, the Demon Emperor himself will descend upon the human border!”
“The two old Martial Emperors of the Great Xia Kingdom will be firmly restrained by the Demon Emperor’s aura. They will be completely unable to spare any attention for the capital!”
The black mist churned violently, exuding a mercilessness that sent chills down the spine.
“Ji Wuyue!”
“Your subordinate is here!” Ji Wuyue lowered her head deeply.
“Once the auction ends, when the cash is handed over…”
“You will personally carry the storage ring filled with cash into Heaven-Grade Private Room Number One.”
“At the moment of the handover, use your proximity to launch an attack with the death squad!”
The voice within the black mist was utterly cold.
“Remember! The purpose of this assault is not to kill him!”
“Since that Su Yuan was able to slay a Demon Saint despite being at a lower level, he must have some trump card. Attempting to kill him by force carries too much risk.”
“You only need to seriously injure him! Even if all you do is disrupt the circulation of his blood and qi for a single instant!”
“At the same time!”
The black mist turned toward the three Archbishops in Red.
“Activate the Nine Hells Heaven-Locking Death Formation!”
“Sacrifice the blood and qi of the tens of thousands of human martial artists inside the Dark Web underground city as an anchor!”
“Summon three Demon Saints to descend in their true forms!”
The three cardinals stepped forward in unison, their voices hoarse and feverish.
“We shall obey the decree!”
The voice within the black mist suddenly rose in pitch, as though it could already envision the destruction of humanity.
“Once the three Demon Saints descend…”
“Within this darknet, sealed off by the formation, that Su Yuan will have nowhere to run!”
“We will wipe him out, along with every human powerhouse here!”
“After that…”
“The three Demon Saints will head straight for Kyoto Martial Arts University!”
“And completely annihilate that monstrous freshman named Su Yu!”
“Cut off humanity’s fortune in this generation!”
“Then withdraw with everyone before the military can react!”
“Thus completing this decisive extermination operation!”
Maniacal laughter echoed through the cold, gloomy chamber.
Ji Wuyue rose to her feet.
Her bewitching face was alight with a sick, feverish excitement.
She turned her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through the layers of rock and settle on the direction of the Heaven No. 1 private room.
Su Yuan.
So what if you’re strong?
Before the Abyss’s overwhelming power and meticulous schemes, you are destined to become nothing more than a withered corpse upon the altar!
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