Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

A collective gasp filled the arena. Two million low-grade spirit stones were enough to bankrupt a second-rate power!

"My lord, shall we raise the price?" King Wu asked the mysterious man at the head of the group behind him.

"We absolutely must get the Netherworld Flower. If there weren't so many powerful people at this auction, I would have already snatched it."

"I still have some spirit stones here; take them and continue bidding."

"Yes, sir."

King Wu then raised the price further:

"Two million two hundred thousand"

Hongxiu glanced in the direction of the No. 7 VIP room, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then turned to the No. 2 VIP room with a smile and asked:

"Two million two hundred thousand. Do the guests in the second-highest VIP room want to pay more?"

Inside the private room on the top floor, Di Yun said to Ye Junlin, "Young Master, although this Netherworld Flower is useful, it's not worth more than two million. I suggest there's no need to spend such a high price."

Ye Junlin thought about it and realized it wasn't necessary to spend so many spirit stones. The spirit stones he got from the system draw last time didn't exceed 200 million low-grade spirit stones.

It's not worth using the spirit stones earned from the Rain Pavilion to buy things; it's better to use them to exchange for energy points for a lottery.

"Forget it, there's no need to bid."

Seeing that Ye Junlin did not bid from his private room, Hongxiu then struck the gavel.

"Two million two hundred thousand is a first!"

"Two million two hundred thousand for the second time!"

"Two million two hundred thousand for the third time!"

Sold! Congratulations to the esteemed guest in VIP room number seven for winning the bid for the Netherworld Flower!

With a crisp hammer blow, the fate of the Netherworld Flower was sealed.

When everyone looked at the VIP room number seven in the Heavenly section where King Wu was, their gazes held a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

The fact that this force can spend 2.2 million low-grade spirit stones on a single Netherworld Flower clearly indicates that its resources are not to be underestimated.

The silence in the No. 2 private room led many to speculate.

Why did that mysterious young man in white abandon the bidding at the crucial moment?

Is it due to a lack of spirit stones, or is there another reason?

Ye Junlin didn't care at all. He leaned back in his chair and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

While the Netherworld Flower is desirable, it's not something you absolutely must have. Two million two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones is indeed beyond its intrinsic value, and there's no need to waste resources for a moment of impulse.

The Eternal Night Heaven has only been developing for a short time, and in a word, it is "poor". Its foundation can never compare with those old forces that have been passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the auction stage, Hongxiu handed the crystal cover of the Netherworld Flower to the waiter to take it away, her smile growing brighter and her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She cleared her throat, her voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity and excitement, which resonated throughout every corner of the venue via the amplification array:

"Distinguished guests, the next item to be presented is the final lot of this auction."

It is also a treasure that countless people dream of—

She paused deliberately for a moment, then lightly raised her jade-like fingers, sweeping them across the faces of the audience below, who were holding their breath in suspense.

The air inside seemed to freeze, even the top-tier representatives hidden in the private rooms.

He couldn't help but lean forward, his gaze fixed on the passageway behind her.

"This is—the Glazed Fruit, born from the core of the spiritual vein's source, capable of repairing one's foundation and offering the potential to break through to the Celestial Realm!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures in white robes slowly stepped out.

They were two elderly men with composed demeanor, their hands steadily holding a jade plate.

On the jade plate was a brocade of flowing gold threads, and in the center of the brocade, a fruit the size of a fist lay quietly.

The fruit was translucent like glass, its skin shimmering with iridescent light, and within the halo, it seemed as if countless stars were floating within it.

A gentle yet extremely pure spiritual energy emanated from it, bathing the entire auction house in a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

"hiss--"

Gasps of astonishment filled the air as everyone in the room stood up abruptly, their eyes blazing with an almost frenzied intensity.

"It's a glass fruit! It really is a glass fruit!"

"Complete the foundation of my cultivation! Break through to the Celestial Realm!"

"If we obtain it, our sect will surely gain another Celestial Realm expert!"

"The Celestial Realm! There are only a handful of Celestial Realm experts openly in the Eastern Region."

"Whoever obtains this fruit holds the key to the sect's rise!"

The uproar nearly lifted the dome off, and even the usually composed representatives of major powers found it difficult to remain calm.

The protective light within the private room flickered slightly, and the subtle aura collided and exploded into silent ripples in the air.

Hongxiu raised her hand to quiet the room, and the room fell silent instantly.

She gazed at the glass-like fruit on the jade plate, and her melodious voice rang out clearly:

"Glassy Fruit, starting bid: five million low-grade spirit stones! Each bid must be at least five hundred thousand!"

The moment the figure of five million was announced, the rogue cultivators and second-rate forces below the stage fell silent.

Such astronomical figures were far beyond their means, and all they could do at that moment was look up at the fierce competition inside the private room.

"Five and a half million!"

The first to bid came from the VIP room on the eighth floor. The voice was deep and powerful; it was Zhong Xiang, the second elder of the Qingyun Sect.

He had been stuck at the peak of Nirvana for many years, and this glass fruit was his last hope for breaking through to the early stage of the Celestial Realm.

Before the words were finished, a cold sneer rang out from the next private room, filled with undisguised mockery, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere:

"Your Qingyun Sect is far too poor. You're struggling to even get five and a half million, and you still have the nerve to try and steal the Glazed Fruit?"

Everyone turned to look at the sound; it was the Xuanming Sect's Heavenly Class private room!

The speaker was Yao Xing, the second elder of the Xuanming Sect.

Zhong Xiang's face darkened. He knew he was no match for Yao Xing in verbal sparring, so he simply retorted bluntly:

"Yao the Rat, you don't need to talk big. Let's see who's the real deal."

Yao Xing chuckled, showing no annoyance whatsoever, and slowly announced the price: "Six million!"

No more, no less, exactly 500,000 more, barely surpassing Zhong Xiang's bid, clearly a deliberate attempt to annoy people.

Zhong Xiang's face instantly turned ashen, but he gritted his teeth and refused to back down: "Six and a half million!"

"Seven million." Yao Xing's voice remained calm, as if he were quoting the price of cabbage and radish, not spirit stones.

The ensuing bidding became a one-man show for the two of them.

Every time Zhong Xiang called out a price, Yao Xing would slowly add 500,000, not a penny more, not a penny less.

Seeing that nonchalant demeanor made Zhong Xiang's anger surge.

The surrounding representatives all kept quiet, craning their ears to watch the spectacle.

It was obvious to everyone that Yao Xing had never intended to take the Glazed Fruit.

After all, with the imperial court and several reclusive sects still around, the Xuanming Sect didn't have the confidence to compete with these behemoths.

He simply didn't want his old rival, the Qingyun Sect, to succeed, so he deliberately came to annoy him.

"Seven million five hundred thousand!" Zhong Xiang's voice trembled, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Eight million." Yao Xing's tone was lazy, with a hint of smugness in his smile.

"Old Zhong, keep going! Whatever you ask for, I'll add another 500,000. No cheating, young or old."