Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 438: The Third Corner Map Fragment and the Seven-Colored Immortal Sword!

Time slipped by unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, five breaths had passed.

The room remained shrouded in a chilling silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The main problem is that this map is just a fragment.

Regardless of whether the place it points to is actually an extremely dangerous wasteland!

Even if it is a treasure trove of opportunities, how can one explore it without a complete map?

Those who cultivate themselves embark on a journey to seek the Great Dao with every step.

Time is so precious.

Who has the time and energy to collect and painstakingly search for these incomplete maps...?

Therefore, the disadvantages of this map fragment far outweigh its potential benefits.

In the blink of an eye, another ten breaths had passed.

Seeing that the scene remained completely silent, like a stagnant pool without any ripples, Li Qingyuan had lost the patience to wait any longer.

He immediately announced the price in a loud, clear voice:

"Ten thousand top-grade Xuan Crystals!"

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As Ao Ni Chang's clear and cool words fell, the previously frozen air in the room seemed to be gently stirred.

Seeing this, some people secretly pondered:

Adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," I gritted my teeth and followed suit by raising the price.

However, the price increase was pitifully small.

Each time, only a hundred or a thousand more top-grade mystic crystals are added.

Everyone seemed to be cautiously testing the waters, afraid that they might stumble if they weren't careful.

Some cultivators even began to grumble and curse, unable to contain their dissatisfaction.

A burly man with a face full of scars shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Damn it, I've been waiting for this for nothing. This piece of junk is supposed to be the grand finale treasure?"

"I think the Northern Underworld Dragon Palace's judgment is getting worse and worse. Are they trying to make fools of us?"

A skinny, monkey-like cultivator nearby chimed in:

"Exactly! This isn't a treasure at all, it's clearly a hot potato. It's wasted so much of our time, it's really not worth it!"

For a moment, similar complaints rose and fell in the room, as if trying to completely break the oppressive silence.

But soon, the demon guards from the Northern Underworld Dragon Palace reappeared and dragged all the cursing cultivators away from the scene.

The scene immediately quieted down a bit.

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Time flows by slowly, like a gentle stream.

The sounds of bidding in the auction hall grew fainter and fainter, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The initial fervent and noisy bidding has now subsided like the receding tide, leaving only a handful of people still persistently making bids.

Their eyes gleamed with a strange light, their hearts filled with the hope of finding a bargain.

It's like waiting for a glimmer of dawn in the darkness.

Hoping to acquire this seemingly inconspicuous item, which subtly exudes an ancient aura, at a very low price.

On the towering, magnificent platform in the center of the arena.

Ao Nishang stood gracefully, but at this moment her face was so gloomy it seemed as if it could drip water.

She never imagined that the item, which was considered a priceless treasure in the eyes of her ancestor;

But in the eyes of the cultivators before them, it was utterly insignificant and could not arouse their enthusiasm in the slightest.

She whispered to herself:

These people are simply blind; they have so blatantly disregarded such a precious treasure.

This is utterly blasphemous to the treasure, a disgrace and humiliation to it!

If it weren't for the old tortoise Xuancang beside her constantly and earnestly admonishing her...

Tell her not to act impulsively.

She desperately wanted to end this auction, which she saw as a farce, immediately to vent her anger.

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Soon, the already sparse bidding stopped completely.

Like clouds scattered by a gust of wind, it vanished without a trace.

Li Qingyuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing an undisguised joy.

He originally thought that getting this piece of map would be quite difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

As easily as taking something out of a bag, he successfully acquired it for a mere 50,000 top-grade mystic crystals.

The feeling of achieving his goal effortlessly made him feel great.

But now, even the usually composed old tortoise Xuancang was starting to lose his composure.

He had previously spent a great deal of time and effort studying this corner map fragment.

From its ancient and mysterious patterns, materials, and the subtle aura it exudes.

He concluded that this object had a profound and mysterious origin.

There is probably a tremendous opportunity hidden within.

He had expected the map fragment to fetch an astonishingly high price at this grand ceremony.

But reality hit him like a heavy slap, catching him off guard and forcing him to end things hastily.

However, since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to place his hopes on the last top-tier treasure.

He firmly believed that the upcoming treasure would cause a sensation at the auction, drawing fierce bidding from everyone.

Prices will skyrocket, causing a huge uproar.

It will eventually reach the highest price of this year's Wanbao Grand Auction, sweeping away the gloom of all previous items.

After all, those things pale in comparison to that divine artifact.

Just like the stars and the bright moon, the difference is too great!

It could even be said that there is simply no comparison between them.

Thinking of this, he quickly composed himself and then winked at Ao Ni Chang.

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Ao Ni Chang instantly understood.

She slightly raised her delicate hand and gently patted it.

A burst of applause rang out in the silent auction hall.

Then, something unexpected happened.

The light on the fourth floor of the Northern Underworld Dragon Palace was instantly sucked away by an invisible hand, turning it pitch black, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

While everyone was filled with doubt and didn't understand why...

Suddenly, seven dazzling colored lights lit up on the high platform in the center of the arena.

These seven streams of light are colorful.

Red like fire, blue like ice, green like a forest, yellow like gold, purple like a dream, orange like the sunset, and cyan like jade.

They intertwine and complement each other, forming a magnificent picture that is captivating and instantly attracts the attention of the entire audience.

Once everyone looked closely, a commotion erupted, as if a pot had been boiled over.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, their voices rising and falling:

"Could this be the legendary immortal sword? Look at that seven-colored light, it's definitely no ordinary object!"

"It must be the Immortal Sword without a doubt. Such a wondrous sight is rare in the world. I wonder what supernatural powers this Immortal Sword possesses?"

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The seven-colored immortal sword was seen floating above the high platform.

The sword is long and straight, like a nimble, seven-colored dragon, moving freely through the darkness.

It is covered with ancient runes, giving it an ancient and mysterious appearance.

A dazzling gemstone was inlaid on the hilt of the sword, but it was broken and only half of it remained.

The blade was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold light, but it was clearly serrated, indicating that it had been broken.

However, even so, it still gives people a very special feeling.

It's as if with just a gentle wave, all obstacles in the world could be severed!

The entire Legend of Sword and Fairy exudes a sacred aura, inspiring both awe and longing.

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The immortal sword made a stunning and breathtaking appearance amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Ao Ni Chang's clear and ethereal voice rang out at just the right moment.

Like the song of a nightingale, it echoed gently through the auction hall:

"This mysterious and unpredictable immortal sword was obtained by Ao Ming by chance in the treacherous and mysterious 'Celestial Battlefield'."

"It seems to be a supreme celestial artifact left behind by immortals, carrying the glory and secrets of the past."

"However, after a long period of vicissitudes."

"Perhaps it was during countless thrilling battles in that cruel and brutal extraterrestrial battlefield."

"It has lost its former ethereal quality; its radiance has dimmed considerably..."

"The dazzling brilliance of the past is no more, and now it is hidden away in the world in loneliness."

At this point, Ao Ni Chang paused and looked around.

Seeing that everyone was listening intently, he continued:

"But with your exceptional insight, I'm sure you, my distinguished guests, will be able to see the extraordinary nature of this immortal sword at a glance."

"According to the speculation of Ancestor Ao Ming."

Even among the dazzling array of immortal artifacts.

"It is also a top performer in the first category!"

"Standing out from the crowd, extraordinary and unconventional."

"It's a pity that it's now damaged, like a flawed piece of jade, which is truly regrettable."

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