The Earth-bound Spirit has transford into a Ship Spirit.
The entire Earth Vein Network has beco a navigational route.
This transformation indeed has far-reaching impacts, shaking human history to its core.
The significance within is terrifying.
It’s almost comparable to the founding period of Jiu Shui, when the Saints eradicated the Spirit Stone Currency, crafted the entire underground Spirit Vein into the Nine-State Earth Vein, and replaced Spirit Stones with Magic Coins—a truly monuntal achievent!
"This era is changing too quickly."
A seated elder slowly spoke, his expression lancholy, feeling that as ti moves on, his old relic status falls out of tune with the tis.
"It’s not that the era’s changing fast; it’s just that it’s originally on the cusp of a great explosion."
Soone laughed, analyzing, "The Saints opened the Postnatal Spiritual Root era, and it’s only been a few hundred thousand years since the founding; this domain is still fertile soil, with constant changes and upgrades, which is only natural."
To this, everyone agreed.
The Innate Spiritual Root era has been passed down through countless dynasties.
How many civilizations have risen and fallen?
It’s matured beyond mature.
Everything that could be researched has been explored, similar to an adult with its potential fully tapped.
Nowadays, the Postnatal Spiritual Root just begins, like a wailing baby, with unlimited potential, with no one knowing what kind of awe-inspiring giant it will beco in the future!
At this mont.
Amid the bewildernt,
The Sword Fairy at the new product launch convention had fully disclosed all the basic information.
"This is a functional Divine Weapon."
"It will be eternally passed down, a guaranteed asset, becoming a Clan Weapon."
"Bidding starts at one billion; please everyone, begin the bidding."
"Barter is also acceptable."
As the Sword Fairy’s words ended, everyone fell into a brief silence.
Then, an ancient figure stood up, his expression calm: "May I ask, is this a consistently produced Divine Weapon, or is it limited in quantity?"
The Sword Fairy smiled and kindly reminded:
"Consistent production. We painstakingly operate to serve the cultivators across the land, rely to pioneer renovation... to benefit the world, hence every great power can purchase later, so don’t bid too high, everyone."
"Otherwise, you’ll incur losses." The Sword Fairy smiled warmly.
"Good." The individual laughed, sitting back down.
It was a question everyone wanted to ask.
No one is a fool or wants to be one.
If the quantity is scarce, high-priced bidding would be normal.
But if it’s abundant and exceeds psychological pricing, why not wait for the next batch?
Nobody will be a fool to spiral into a bidding frenzy, letting you profit from it.
Everyone’s shrewd, with a ntal scale.
And if the Sword Fairy lied about scarcity to inflate prices?
That would be suicidal!
Once multiple sales expose this, they’d be dood!
So, the Sword Fairy’s honest response was the best choice.
It’s an era for the literate.
There are rules, and reputation matters in high-tier circles; no one should deceive another.
Tarnished reputation is the worst outco.
This opportunity was already profitable, so there’s no need for the Xirong Divine Craftsman to be a greedy rchant to drive up prices.
The elites see what you do, rember it in their hearts.
A brand treasures its reputation, sincere treatnt earns reciprocation.
Soon, the auction began.
First, the Nine Great Royal Families of the Nine-State led the bidding.
"Offer: two Divine Beast corpses valued at 1.2 billion." Cultivators from the Other Shore Continent stood up.
"Offer: forging materials valued at 1.5 billion." Cultivators from Jasmine Continent raised their signs.
Each continent placed their bids in turn.
However, the Xinyi Family and Doukou Family did not raise their bids.
They had already acquired the eight Divine Weapons recently produced.
Not bidding now, because for their next batch, they can buy at internal prices.
This is their small privilege.
Once the bidding comnced, it no longer fell within the Sword Fairy’s domain; the treasures and Heavenly and Earthly Treasures they proposed, despite supplental studying, were largely foreign to her.
She watched the bids unfold, standing at the auctioneer’s position, helplessly.
Yet it didn’t matter!
She didn’t need to speak, they’d independently bid.
Ultimately, as the Sword Fairy remained bewildered, amid joyful, regretful, and angry shouts, the first round of weapons sold, initiating the next auction round.
The Sword Fairy suddenly struck the gavel, announcing: "The first sale, the winner is none other than the current Saint."
This cycle continued.
In a blink, all eight weapons were sold.
???
The Sword Fairy felt no involvent, cluelessly concluding it.
But after the sales ended, none of the guests who obtained Divine Weapons left.
A mont of silence ensued.
"Let’s try them," soone suddenly rose, smiling.
"Yes, we should." Another added, "It’s rare to see this one leave the Imperial Palace."
Though these words seed incoherent, everyone understood the hidden aning.
Crack!
Windows in an elevated box opened.
The Saint of the Xin Dynasty nodded slightly, casting a gentle smile toward the seating from all sides, "I permit you all to co at at once, but you must wait for unrelated people to withdraw first."
The Sword Fairy, from the platform, stared, seeing the auction seats filled with taboo figures: You won’t start fighting until I leave?
No wonder they are powerful, such deanor is tasteful!
No innocent casualties; at least in front of the world, they must appear broad-minded.
If I don’t leave, will you just freeze here?
The Sword Fairy wanted to test it.
If they fought, upon her approach, they’d cease.
When she left, they’d continue fighting.
As she approached, they’d pause again.
Mainly a constant pull-and-push, how would they handle it?
Yet ultimately, she dismissed such suicidal thoughts, taking her stuff, she hurriedly fled.
No one dared rob the Sword Fairy of her goods.
At least on the surface, no one would act in such a shaless manner.
"Era change, both you and I desire to ascend." A young man’s gaze was sharp, identity and era indistinguishable.
"The previous dynasty’s King, it’s no longer your ti." Soone spoke.
A terrifying aura surged, weaving continuously.
Boom!
The whole auction exploded.
...
Sword Casting Manor.
The projection pulled far away, people fed on the drama from a distance.
Couldn’t see.
Couldn’t see clearly at all!
Darn, as expected from dog planners, the budget spent with those cool bosses showing up earlier was exhausted.
The resolution turned into pixelation.
Beside, Jiucai Rong couldn’t help but ask: "Master, who do you think will win?"
"It’s likely the Saint of the previous dynasty."
Ning Zheng also ate popcorn made from Shadow Spirit Rice and drank Shadow Rice Wine, leisurely sitting on a chair watching the film—Capital City War, a joyful hidden recluse.
"All others are probing, none dare to fully commit, this first probing can’t lead to an all-out gamble."
Such is Ning Zheng’s analysis, agreed upon by many of her blacksmiths.
But Jiucai Rong added, "Sir, if our Manor Master fights personally?"
"What if during their battle, so beco seriously injured, and we take the opportunity to hit a few and gradually grow, even take on those Saints."
Nearby, Sword Immortal Yan Shuangying spoke, his eyes sharp as an eagle: "Manor Defense Captain Yan Shuangying, requesting to join the battle in the Capital City!"
Nearby, others watched the film, their blood boiling, wanting to join in.
Is this big scene sothing normal people can attend?
The depths of this matter are unfathomable!
Ning Zheng, quietly watching the Sword Fairy from across, seeing her strive to project the battle scenes: "Don’t make a fuss, let’s stay hidden and just watch."
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