Chapter 826: The Curtain Falls

"That projection is—Mo He Tian!!" An Earth Supreme powerhouse cried out in shock the instant he saw the projection.

"Mo He Tian? Who's that? A disciple of the Mo He Divine Clan?" The younger people whose strength had not reached Earth Supreme looked at each other, saying they had never heard of this person.

Who exactly Mo He Tian was, ordinary people might not know, but anyone who had reached Earth Supreme or above and joined the Great Thousand Palace would find it hard not to know this person.

The strongest Holy Son of the Mo He Divine Clan in ten thousand years, he joined the Great Thousand Palace as an Execution Demon Master at Lower Earth Supreme, and the moment he first stepped into Lower Earth Supreme, he slew several Demon Kings in a row on the Extreme North Battlefield, and even crossed realms to kill a powerful Demon King with Upper Earth Supreme strength, becoming famous in a single battle.

At Upper Earth Supreme, he had already established illustrious battle merits and become a High-Level Execution Demon Master.

One must know that, according to the Great Thousand Palace's rules, slaying a Demon King with Lower Earth Supreme strength only earned fifty Demon-Slaying Points, slaying a Demon King with Upper Earth Supreme strength earned one hundred, and a Demon Emperor of Great Perfection Earth Supreme earned two hundred. And slaying a Dark Demon Emperor with Spirit-Grade Heavenly Supreme strength earned three thousand.

To become a High-Level Execution Demon Master required three thousand Demon-Slaying Points, and although Mo He Tian had not slain a Dark Demon Emperor, at Upper Earth Supreme he could cross realms to slay Demon Emperors, accumulating illustrious battle merits, and ultimately became a High-Level Execution Demon Master.

Afterwards, Mo He Tian returned to the Mo He Divine Clan and vanished for quite some time; when he reappeared, he had already reached Heavenly Supreme strength, and had successfully slain a Dark Demon Emperor, making his name known throughout the land and astonishing even the Domain Beyond Evil Clans.

And Holy Sons of the same period, like Mo He Yi, his cousin Mo He You, and others—the strongest among them had only barely reached Upper Earth Supreme, yet he had not only reached Heavenly Supreme but also slain a Demon Emperor; they were simply not on the same level.

Mo He Tian was not just an ordinary Spirit-Grade Heavenly Supreme; he was very likely the future Clan Leader of the Mo He Divine Clan, and might even become a Xianpin Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun or Sage-Grade Heavenly Supreme, and could possibly be the future number-one powerhouse of the Great Thousand World!

A single promise from Mo He Tian—how tempting a thing that was. One must know that Mo He Tian is now called the Young Immortal Great Emperor! Just imagine, how priceless a single promise from Mo He Tian was, it was simply beyond imagination, the value such a promise could bring.

A single promise from Mo He Tian was filled with infinite possibilities—not just for now, but also for the future, because this promise had no time limit. If in the future Mo He Tian became Clan Leader, this promise could even be used to accomplish things that even Heavenly Supremes could not.

In short, a single promise from Mo He Tian was infinitely charming, filled with boundless possibilities.

"Mo He Tian, ah, the promise of the future number-one person of the Great Thousand World!" Earth Supreme powerhouses who knew of Mo He Tian could not help muttering, and for a moment were lost in thought.

Needless to say ordinary powerhouses, even Earth Supremes, and even ordinary Spirit-Grade Heavenly Supremes hearing such words could not help but feel a jolt in their hearts.

This Contract was indeed full of temptation; even a Heavenly Supreme would, without question, want to obtain a promise from Mo He Tian.

At this moment, everyone felt the result was decided; everyone present could understand that if they were allowed to choose, they would definitely choose Mo He Tian's promise. Although other Treasures and assets were very precious, none were as important as Mo He Tian's favor.

"It seems this Mo He Tian is sure to win." At this moment, everyone could not help but nod secretly.

At this time, Mo He Yi in the private box, as if guided by some unseen force, glanced at the private box where Xiao Yan was. For some unknown reason, he felt that the man who dared oppose him would make a bid.

"Take this and show it to the consignor."

At this moment, Xiao Yan's voice came from within the private box, handing a piece of paper to the attendant.

For a moment, many people looked toward Xiao Yan's private box; many were curious what price Xiao Yan had offered, but Xiao Yan did not speak it aloud, instead writing it on paper, so no one could know.

"Isn't this the person who fought Mo He Yi back then? Does he think Mo He Yi can compare with Mo He Tian?" For a moment, some felt Xiao Yan had gotten something wrong, thinking Mo He Tian was just an ordinary Heavenly Supreme.

If it were an ordinary Spirit-Grade Heavenly Supreme's promise, to a consignor who was also a Heavenly Supreme, it would not be worth much, but Mo He Tian of the Mo He Divine Clan carried entirely different significance.

"Hah, just putting on a show." Seeing such a scene, Mo He Yi could not help but snort coldly.

Although Mo He Tian and he were rivals—both Holy Sons—in reality there was no longer any need for competition. Mo He Tian was basically the designated Clan Leader, just waiting for the succession ceremony to begin.

That was why Mo He Yi had told this news to Mo He Tian; he knew Mo He Tian would surely be interested, and it counted as doing him a favor, making things easier between them in the future.

Hearing someone bidding against him, Mo He Tian's Heavenly Supreme projection could not help but glance at Xiao Yan, his eyes narrowing slightly, a ray of light shooting toward the private box.

"Don't peek."

Whoosh—Fused Strange Fire surged out from Space, and the Strange Fire that had reached Heavenly Supreme level instantly devoured Mo He Tian's divine light.

"Interesting." Although his divine light had been burned, Mo He Tian was not angered; the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a deep voice came from the sky.

After quite a while, a piece of paper flew out from the consignor's divine tower in the sky, with the result written on it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the bidding for the Divine Stone has finally reached a result." At this moment, the female auctioneer revealed a charming smile on her face, still as enchanting as ever, still as soul-stirring as ever.

"Who is it, who is it!" Hearing these words, the entire scene boiled over; many people cried out, for at this moment they all wanted to know the answer.

"Need you say more? Even a fool would choose Mo He Tian's promise, right? That's the future number-one person." An Earth Supreme who had joined the Great Thousand Palace immediately said with feeling, believing Mo He Tian would surely become the Great Thousand's strongest in the future.

Because only those who had truly stayed on the Yu Wai Zhan Chang understood how powerful those Domain Beyond Evil Clans were, and understood how terrifying those Demon Kings, Demon Emperors, and even Demon Emperors were.

Being able to defeat a Demon Emperor was already extraordinary; slaying a Demon Emperor was an unbelievably powerful feat.

"That's true too, nothing compares to Mo He Tian's promise, right? That's the future Clan Leader of the Mo He Divine Clan." Many people nodded one after another, expressing agreement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, quiet please." The female auctioneer hurriedly said to the crowd: "For this auction, we are extremely grateful for the favor of all our honored guests, grateful for everyone's presence, and especially grateful to Holy Son Mo He Tian, who in his busy schedule still came to pay attention to the auction of Shang Zhi Da Lu. Our firm offers Holy Son Mo He Tian our sincerest greetings and thanks."

"Looks like it's Mo He Tian for sure."

"Only a fool wouldn't choose Mo He Tian. Even if he's only a Spirit-Grade Heavenly Supreme now, wait another hundred years, and Mo He Tian will be truly terrifying."

"Isn't that obvious?" A companion beside him immediately said with a smile: "No matter how much money, resources, or Treasures I give you, can you get me the promise of the future number-one person? That's simply impossible."

"That's true too." Hearing such words, everyone agreed, and many nodded.

As everyone was stunned, the female auctioneer formally announced, her voice ringing throughout the entire Pai Mai Chang: "Now, I formally announce that the winner of the final Treasure is: Mr. Xiao Yan!"

"What!" The instant they heard this announcement, everyone froze; in that instant, the entire scene seemed to stop, and everyone stood there in shock.

"Xiao Yan? Who's Xiao Yan?" Some were even dumbfounded—who is Xiao Yan? What person is Xiao Yan? He actually beat Mo He Tian?!

However, when they saw the female auctioneer bow toward the private box where Xiao Yan was, everyone suddenly realized—it was him!

Some even thought the auctioneer might have gotten the result wrong, but after thinking about it, this result wasn't decided by the auctioneer, but by the consignor in that divine tower in the sky. That meant the other party thought Xiao Yan's bid was higher?!

"What on earth did that white paper say!"

At this moment, another question arose—what exactly did Xiao Yan write!

Mo He Tian's promise had actually been outbid!

"Heavens, he actually outbid Mo He Tian—that bid must be astronomical."

"Actually, not necessarily. Although Mo He Tian is powerful, that's only potentially in the future—who can say for sure about the future? Right now it can only be treated as a Heavenly Supreme's promise. That consignor is a Heavenly Supreme himself, so it's not strange he doesn't need it." Someone who was clear-headed muttered.

Countless people were itching with curiosity. Xiao Yan had not announced his bid aloud, but written it on paper; besides Xiao Yan and the consignor, no one knew, and even the auction house's people didn't know. Of course, the auction house generally charges a fee for receiving Registered Item Auction Items.

"Xiao Yan. I've remembered this name. You are the first person to make me, Mo He Tian, suffer a loss. I hope we have the chance to meet again." Mo He Tian's projection slowly faded, leaving behind only these words.

These words seemed like a farewell, but the meaning contained within them was somewhat chilling.

"I have a bad memory, can't remember names." Xiao Yan waved his hand dismissively and said.

Xiao Yan felt Mo He Tian could not become the future number-one powerhouse of the Great Thousand.

After Mo He Tian's projection vanished, the others present also understood that the auction was over. No matter what Xiao Yan had written on the white paper, they would never know, and they left the Pai Mai Chang one after another.

The Spirit Array opened, and countless powerhouses flew into the sky and burrowed into the earth, quickly vanishing. As for robbing Xiao Yan—that would be courting death; at the very least, no one on Shang Zhi Da Lu dared to do such a thing.

After everyone had left, the auction house staff emerged and led Xiao Yan and the others to a place, where an old man had already been waiting, holding in his hand the Divine Stone.

The instant Cai Lin saw the Divine Stone, her beautiful eyes subtly contracted; beside her, Xiao Yan gently clenched Cai Lin's jade hand, and within her, the three seed flames subtly flowed, suppressing her inner urge—after all, the Divine Stone had not yet been secured.

This old man's strength was terrifying; though he had concealed his aura, showing no terrifying presence or overwhelming spiritual pressure, everyone present knew he was a Heaven Supreme!

"Hm?" When seeing the old man's face, Yan Nutian first frowned, then suddenly realized something, his eyes widening: "You're Wu Ling Tianzun!? But you're dead!"

Seeing the old man, Xiao Yan smiled and said: "He didn't die—only his divine soul and Supreme Sea were severely injured; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen us."

No outsider knew what Xiao Yan had written on the paper—not even Yan Nutian. What Xiao Yan had written was simple: he could heal the other's divine soul and Supreme Sea, and restore his original strength.

It was that simple—and yet not simple at all.

Because no one else even knew he was injured; had Xiao Yan not immediately identified his condition, how could he have chosen Xiao Yan over Mo He Tian?

"Yan Nutian, do you truly have the confidence to cure my injuries and restore my strength to Xianpin Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Heaven Supreme?" The old man known as Wu Ling Tianzun fixed his blazing gaze on Yan Nutian and continued: "The Elder Dan Ming of the Dan Shen Clan examined me—he could do nothing but prolong my life."

Mo He Tian belonged to the Mo He Divine Clan, not the Dan Shen Clan; within the Dan Shen Clan, there were ancient monsters whose whereabouts were unknown, some even sealed in death meditation—clearly, this old man had exhausted all his connections and methods.

"Uh…" Yan Nutian fell silent, silently glancing at Xiao Yan.

He couldn't heal a damn thing—he couldn't even detect any problem with the other's divine soul; he had no idea how Xiao Yan knew—do you have X-ray vision?!

In truth, Xiao Yan did have X-ray vision—more precisely, the Saint Pupil of the Tian Xie God.

At the auction, when Xiao Yan heard the other sought Healing Pill, he grew suspicious, so he secretly activated the Saint Pupil and saw that Wu Ling Tianzun was indeed severely injured, his body harboring a strange anomaly—this was what allowed Xiao Yan to defeat Mo He Tian.

"Don't ask him—the one making the Transaction with you is me." Xiao Yan smiled faintly.

"You?" Wu Ling Tianzun was also taken aback; though the auction had stated Xiao Yan placed the bid, he had never believed Xiao Yan—a mere Upper Earth Supreme—could cure him.

In his eyes, an Upper Earth Supreme was no different from an ant.

He had always assumed it was Yan Nutian—or his elder brother and senior, Yan Nutian, one of the Three Great Medicine Grandmasters of the Ancient Ten Thousand Grassland—who would act.

"How? Didn't the auction tell you the bidder's name was Xiao Yan? The white paper was written by me. If you don't believe it, go chase after them now—the Mo He Divine Clan members haven't gone far; see if Mo He Tian has the ability to heal you." Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly; golden light flickered in his left eye, the Saint Pupil's Soul Force sweeping through, piercing straight to the mystery—he saw at a glance the anomaly within the other's body.

Xiao Yan sneered: "But you'd better hurry Mo He Tian along—your current condition allows you at most one month. After a month, your Supreme Sea will collapse, your Spiritual Veins wither, your divine soul will vanish into dust—no Xianpin Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Zhenzun Pill can save you then."