Chapter 87

Sun Wukong's words, let the whole auction hall,

After experiencing a moment of Deathly Silence, it suddenly burst into a roar of laughter!

"Hahaha! Where did this monkey come from? Are you crazy?"

"He wants to sell treasure? Sell his monkey fur?"

"Get lost quickly! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Countless jeers and mockery, like a tide, surged toward Sun Wukong on the stage.

In the eyes of these Chaos titans, Sun Wukong's behavior now is no different from that of a jumping clown.

In the upstairs private box, the Jiemie Demon God let out an undisguised snicker.

He looked down on Sun Wukong from above, his expression full of contempt.

"A bumpkin who knows where he came from dares to come on stage and embarrass himself?"

"What treasure could you possibly have?"

"Get lost, don't hinder me from bidding on the divine item!"

His voice carried a commanding tone,

As if Sun Wukong being glanced at by him were a great honor.

Yao below the stage, anxious, her pretty face turned pale, her heart full of worry.

What exactly does the master intend to do?

Making a fuss in this place will bring big trouble!

However, facing the sky‑filled mockery and the Jiemie Demon God's humiliation, Sun Wukong couldn't be bothered to lift an eyelid.

He simply ignored everyone.

He merely slowly extended a furry finger toward the whole crowd.

The whole hall, because of this action, saw its laughter strangely dwindle.

Everyone stared at him, wanting to see what trick this heaven‑defying monkey would pull.

Then they heard a voice capable of overturning the entire Chaos.

Sun Wukong spoke word by word, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the depths of every living being's Original Spirit.

"What I want to sell is——"

"Correct! Unified! Pangu! Bloodline!"

"One! Drop!"

At the moment the final "Drop" character fell.

Time, as if paused.

Space, completely solidified!

The entire Wan Jie Exchange Hall, that floating continent pieced together from countless world fragments, shuddered violently at this moment.

"Pangu Bloodline" these four characters, like an eternal star, detonated in everyone's minds.

That terrifying power, enough to make the Saint King Capital tremble, swept every corner.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

The living beings who were laughing loudly a second ago,

now all froze in place, their facial expressions solidified into eternal ice sculptures.

Immediately after!

It is madness!

It is an indescribable madness, capable of burning the entire Chaos to ashes, the ultimate madness!

"What?!!!"

"Pangu! Is that really Pangu? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Great God Pangu has long ago transformed into the wilderness; how could his bloodline still exist in the world?"

"It's true! Didn't you feel it? When he uttered those four characters,"

"my internal 'Law of Power' almost collapsed! That is a suppression originating from the deepest part of the bloodline!"

Boom!

The whole hall exploded completely!

All living beings, regardless of cultivation level or race, have gone mad right now!

On their faces, there is no longer a trace of mockery, replaced by,

is endless fervor, greed, and a disbelief that reaches deep into the marrow!

Countless gazes, like red-hot branding irons,

pierce Sun Wukong's body, wishing to see through him from inside to out!

Pangu!

That is a taboo name even in the Chaos!

That is the supreme existence who slew three thousand Chaos Demon Gods with ultimate power and opened up the primordial world!

His bloodline!

Even if it is only a single drop!

What it contains is also the most primordial, purest, and transcendent "Law of Power" Dao Rhythm above all paths!

Not to mention a Saint!

Even if it is a Saint King, or even those legendary reclusive old monsters,

If they could obtain a drop to cultivate and contemplate, it would be enough for them to glimpse the supreme Dao, and their strength would skyrocket!

This is no longer a treasure!

This is a fortune so great it could plunge the entire Chaos Realm into war—a Heaven-sent great fortune!

Even the Jiemie Demon God in the second-floor private booth, his arrogance and disdain on his face, had long since vanished without a trace.

He sprang to his feet, staring fixedly at Sun Wukong; for the first time, an emotion called "shock" appeared on his face!

At the same time.

In the deepest part of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall, inside a secret chamber that no divine sense can probe,

Several auras as vast as the Abyss were, through a Law Water Mirror,

monitoring the high-ranking figures of the entire venue, also sprang up from their seats!

Their expressions were more spectacular than seeing a ghost!

"Pangu Bloodline? This monkey……he isn't joking?"

"Quick! Investigate! Turn his background upside down for me!"

"If……if this is true……then this matter has already surpassed our control!"

On the auction stage.

That well-informed Saint auctioneer was now scared out of his wits,

his hand holding the hammer trembled as if he had epilepsy, stammering as he looked at Sun Wukong.

"This……this sir……you……you……are you serious?"

His address had shifted from "you" to the respectful "you".

Sun Wukong looked at the frenzied scene before him, feeling pleased in his heart, yet his face bore a proud expression.

He was about to prick his fingertip, forcing out a drop of essence blood fused with the Primordial Source of the Chaos Demon Ape, to prove his words were not false.

Just then!

A gloomy and deep, ancient and weathered aura,

without any warning, it spread from the backstage of the auction,

In the face of this aura, the auras of all the Saints present,

were like fireflies encountering the bright moon, instantly dimming.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat and clad in hemp robes, whose features could not be made out,

a stooped old man leaning on a withered wood cane, slowly emerged from the backstage.

He appeared utterly ordinary, yet he made every Saint present feel a shudder that sprang from the depths of their souls!

"He……he is the Wan Jie Exchange Hall's Nine Elder!"

"Good heavens! Even an old monster who has lived for who knows how many eons has been stirred!"

This old man, called the Nine Elder, is one of the Wan Jie Exchange Hall's administrators,

specially responsible for appraising those top-tier treasures capable of causing turmoil in the Chaos Realm!

As soon as he appeared, the clamor in the venue instantly ceased.

Countless Living Beings turned reverent gazes upon him.

The old man paid no heed to anyone; his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his bamboo hat,

pierced the void and fell upon Sun Wukong.

After a moment, he hoarsely spoke.

That voice sounded like two rusted pieces of metal scraping together, unpleasant to the extreme.

"This item must be appraised by me personally!"

Before his words even finished,

he had already stepped forward.

He walked step by step toward Sun Wukong.

Each step he took seemed not to be landing on the ground, but precisely,

stepping upon the heartbeat of every Living Being present!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Everyone held their breath, their hearts beating violently in time with his steps.

They knew.

What comes next is either witnessing a miracle……or witnessing a Heaven-sent great joke!