Chapter 820: The Lost Divine Realm!

Although the price of this earth-yellow fragment was extremely high, some old monsters sensed its extraordinary nature and began to bid.

Xiaobai stared at the fragment; it was unmistakably a piece of the Heaven-Earth Xuanhuang Tower. He had obtained one in the demon clan's underground palace not long ago, and now seeing another, his eyes burned with desire.

His Heaven-Earth Xuanhuang Tower was a damaged supreme treasure; each repair would vastly increase its power, and this fragment could boost the tower's might significantly.

"Buy it." Xiaobai clamored. This fragment must be obtained. A supreme treasure was priceless; no matter the cost, it had to be auctioned.

Yang Tian nodded slightly. The fragment was currently priced at six thousand high-grade blood stones, which was relatively easy for him given his substantial wealth.

"This..." Lan Chen pursed his lips but didn't ask further, though inwardly he was shocked. The other party actually possessed a supreme treasure similar to the Xuanmo Pavilion.

This dimensional space was not a unique treasure of Lan Chen's; it belonged to his clan. Yet Yang Tian had one, which astonished him and made him wonder what kind of force they belonged to.

What left him even more astounded was Xiaobai. This person gave him a sense of immense power, and the big black bear was terrified of him, curling up and not daring to move.

"Could they have other fragments of this supreme treasure?" Lan Chen pondered. He had seen this fragment before; it was too damaged and completely lacked divine power.

"Ao, this must be a legendary divine beast." The big black bear howled inwardly. Such terrifying bloodline pressure was something he had never encountered.

The bear crawled on all fours, sliding along the ground toward Xiaobai, sticking out his tongue in a cute manner.

"Such an ugly bear?" Xiaobai's big eyes curved as he plopped down onto the bear's back and clamored.

Hearing this, the big black bear wanted to cry but had no tears. He touched his face with his paw, looking as if to say, "Am I really that ugly?"

Soon, the fragment's price rose to eight thousand high-grade blood stones and then increased slowly. Though the old monsters coveted it, the price was already high.

"Nine thousand!" A faint voice rang through the hall, and the gazes of many old monsters fell on one of the private rooms.

"That sounds like the voice of the young master of the Tianyao Pavilion. Could Yao Xuan have come to the auction?"

"Such a bold move must be him. Yao Xuan is the most outstanding disciple of the Tianyao Pavilion, on par with the top disciples of the Xuanmo Pavilion and the Gujian Pavilion."

"Hmm, isn't the relationship between the Xuanmo Pavilion and the Tianyao Pavilion not very good? Why did he come to this assembly?"

Murmurs arose. Xiaobai's eyes fixed on that private room as he ground his little teeth; he could sense a vast demonic aura within.

"Yao Xuan!" Lan Chen's hand clenched slightly, a powerful battle intent flashing before vanishing. His eyes fell on Yang Tian as he said softly, "Brother Yang, the Tianyao Pavilion's foundation is not weak; it's not easy to contend with them."

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded. Lan Chen was reminding him that even if he won the auction, the other party might try to seize it by force.

"Ten thousand." Just as everyone was about to give up, Yang Tian's voice rang through the hall.

"Someone actually bid ten thousand! Such a bold move. Tsk, tsk, it seems this item's final price will exceed ten thousand."

"Eh? It's Lan Chen's private room. That voice wasn't his; could it be an outsider?"

Odd smiles appeared on many faces. The Tianyao Pavilion possessed the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon, a fearsome clan that was no ordinary force.

The Heavenly Demon was a renowned figure from the ancient times; no one knew his true form, but his bloodline pressure was terrifying, and his combat power was immense. This clan was aggressive and not to be trifled with.

"Lan Chen, I've set my sights on this item. Do you intend to compete?" Yao Xuan's voice came, arrogant and overbearing.

"The auction rule is that the highest bidder wins. If you can't afford it, you can choose to give up." Lan Chen smiled faintly.

"Bastard!" A terrifying demonic aura suddenly erupted, surging with demonic power. The clan's dignity could not be trampled, and he issued a powerful warning.

Lan Chen's face darkened. Just as he was about to retaliate, Xiaobai let out a great roar. Divine sound rumbled, and a terrifying bloodline burst forth, oppressing many demon cultivators into trembling.

The big black bear collapsed to the ground, his body trembling. Earlier, he had felt this was a dormant deity; now it was like a god looking down from the nine heavens, utterly terrifying.

This bloodline pressure shocked many demon cultivators. Even great figures changed color, and Emperor-level experts nearly knelt; the bloodline was too fearsome.

Inside that private room, a terrifying figure with surging blood energy felt his own bloodline tremble at the roar. Yao Xuan instantly withdrew his imposing aura.

He was a slender young man, his face filled with doubt. The bloodline just now made his own bloodline feel a tremor—how was that possible?

"Such a powerful bloodline!" The old woman behind him was startled. This bloodline could not be emitted by ordinary beings.

Yao Xuan's expression soured. He had been at a disadvantage just now. Although the other side had a mysterious creature, he felt his dignity had been challenged.

"Who exactly is in Lan Chen's private room? Why is their bloodline so terrifying? Could it be a young member of a divine beast clan?"

"I think so. Now there's going to be a good show. The divine beast clans have been inactive for too long; many have forgotten about them."

"This guy." Lan Chen's eyes swept over Xiaobai's face. This little one was actually a Divine Lord—unbelievable.

"Could he really be from a divine beast clan? Otherwise, what kind of force could nurture such a powerful being?" Lan Chen murmured to himself, and Yang Tian's identity became even more mysterious in his eyes.

"Eleven thousand!" Yao Xuan made a bold bid, adding a thousand directly, which made people gasp. This was no small sum; it could support a force's operations for decades.

"Twelve thousand." Yang Tian said calmly. This was Xiaobai's supreme treasure; he would not let it fall into anyone else's hands.

"Damn it!" Yao Xuan's expression was very unpleasant. Spending so much wealth on a fragment would bring him considerable reprimand upon his return.

"Young master, our purpose here is the fragmentary map of the Lost Divine Realm. I think it's better to deal with this kid after the auction ends." Seeing Yao Xuan's reluctance, the old woman behind him quickly said.

"Bastard, do I need you to teach me?" Yao Xuan glanced sideways at the old woman and growled.

"This subordinate deserves death. Please forgive me, young master." The old woman quickly knelt, her face full of panic.

With a cold snort, Yao Xuan clenched his fists. The Lost Divine Realm was of great importance; his purpose here was precisely that fragmentary map. If he ran out of blood stones by then, it would be troublesome.

The entire hall fell silent. After a few breaths, the old man on the stage said lightly, "This item is sold for twelve thousand."

When these words fell, the people below showed odd expressions. Yao Xuan had actually given up. Given his temper, he wouldn't stop until he got it, especially after losing face just now.

"I heard that this auction has items from the Lost Divine Realm, and major forces are competing for them." Someone whispered at this moment.

"What? Treasures from the Lost Divine Realm!" The people around were astonished. That was no ordinary place; it was a burial ground for many great cultivators, filled with deadly dangers and not accessible to just anyone.

In the private room, the fragment was soon respectfully delivered by a young maid.

"Brother Yang, ten thousand is enough; you don't need to pay more." Lan Chen then moved two thousand blood stones in front of Yang Tian, smiling.

"Huh? That's not necessary. I can afford these blood stones." Yang Tian smiled in response.

"I was being presumptuous." Lan Chen smiled awkwardly.

The two began to chat casually. Yang Tian's eyes frequently fell on the items the old man brought out, and his interest grew. The items now being presented were already quite impressive.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a drop of essence blood obtained from the Lost Divine Realm—the essence blood of the nearly extinct Five-Colored Divine Phoenix!" The old man pointed at a jade plate and said with a smile.