Chapter 865

"This is… a Qilin seed!"

As the Red Dragon Elder arrived, his gaze swept over it, and his emotions surged with excitement.

"A seed?!"

Many were confused, unable to understand why something that clearly was a young Qilin, brimming with vital energy, could be called a seed.

But since the Red Dragon Elder said so, it was undoubtedly a true Qilin seed.

The Red Dragon Elder had lived for so long that not a single Supreme Elder of any holy sect had outlived him; he was, without doubt, an ancient relic who knew countless secrets of heaven and earth.

"This is a seed of the Qilin Divine Herb—the most precious sacred artifact of any clan!"

The Granduncle of Great Xia stared again and again, then spoke in shock.

The seed of the Ancient Qilin Divine Herb!

The crowd erupted in uproar, never expecting this—this was truly a Divine Herb's seed!

Their gazes turned to Fang Yu nearby, where within the chaotic qi, within the purple divine crystal, a tiny Qilin appeared lifelike, draped in dragon scales, as if treading lightly upon waves.

It bore a dragon's head, deer's antlers, tiger's eyes, lion's back, bear's waist, and its entire body was covered in Dao patterns—like celestial divine inscriptions, profoundly mysterious.

"Divine Herb—it's a Divine Herb!"

The veteran experts went mad.

Divine Herbs were exceedingly rare; even in the Ancient Era, only a few could be found, capable of restoring vitality to elders whose lifespans had withered, hence revered as the most precious sacred artifacts in heaven and earth.

Almost every Divine Herb was unique in heaven and earth, incapable of reproduction; if destroyed, it vanished forever from the cosmos, thus called the supreme divine artifact.

But now, here was a seed of a Divine Herb.

"It's the lone Divine Herb that underwent Nirvana."

Some were curious; others explained.

Ancient Divine Herbs possessed sentience; when facing destruction, they could flee, traverse sky and earth, sometimes even undergo Nirvana and rebirth, transforming into a single seed, piercing through space to seek more suitable immortal lands for growth.

Divine Herbs had another name—Immortality Herb—possessing the heavenly power to revive the dead and regenerate flesh and bone, and they themselves were nearly immortal.

At this moment, everyone understood just how priceless this purple Qilin seed was—it far surpassed the Divine Source Nangong Qi had offered; to all holy sects, it was an invaluable sacred artifact.

Holy sects had endured for over a hundred thousand years—they could wait patiently to cultivate a Divine Herb, even if it matured only once every few thousand years, that was more than enough.

Even harvesting a Divine Herb once every few thousand years, accumulating several times over, might be enough to forge a Great Emperor.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes turned red—it was a supreme sacred artifact!

"Old man represents Wanjie Sect… wishes to purchase this rare treasure!"

"I represent Yinyang Sect and am willing to pay any price for this divine treasure!"

"This seed… Great Xia wishes to compete for it!"

The Granduncle of Great Xia stepped forward; facing this divine artifact, he could not let it go.

"The highest bidder shall obtain it—this is the fairest!"

An elder walked over from afar—it was a great power of the Ji Clan, and he spoke directly.

The holy sects agreed; they had no experts present and could only vie with wealth, for otherwise, the Red Dragon Elder alone could slaughter everyone here.

"This matter is not urgent—this wager has not yet ended."

Fang Yu smiled and spoke.

He sensed that if he did not sell the Qilin seed, everyone would turn murderous toward him, but he would sell if he wished, and not sell if he did not—this decision rested entirely with him.

He did not wish to sell now, for within the chaotic qi, the Divine Herb seed continuously absorbed chaotic energy, as if reviving, inhaling and exhaling essence like tidal waves, while a sacred aura erupted, filling him with comfort, mental ease, even soulful serenity.

At this moment, his soul force was rising.

What he most desired now was to break through to the Third Realm of Immortality: the Cave Heaven Realm; the Three Feathers Saints had guided him that when soul force reached a certain level, one could sense the spatial laws existing everywhere in the void.

When a Divine Herb seed enhanced his soul force, clearly, it could not be sold.

It must be taken back to the Eternal Life Realm.

So Fang Yu directly sealed away the Qilin seed.

This sight immediately stirred murderous intent in many, but the Red Dragon Elder and several great powers were present—they could not immediately seize it by force.

If they seized it now, the Red Dragon Elder would slaughter them all.

"Come, let me see what lies within your second strange stone."

Fang Yu spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on Nangong Qi.

In his eyes, Nangong Qi was already a dead man—his body was riddled with curses: Dutch curses, Source Art curses, and countless others Nangong Qi had never even seen.

At his will, the curses could erupt at any moment.

For a Source Art clan to suffer Dutch curses was no surprise.

"Hmph!"

Nangong Qi's face darkened—he had already lost the first strange stone; he could not afford to lose the second.

Nangong Qi once again displayed his exquisite blade art, and within mere breaths, he sliced open the house-sized strange stone, "Big Elephant."

Inside was another Divine Source, floating in midair, its divine radiance blinding.

Within it lay a skull, barely enveloped by the Divine Source.

"Heavens—a human skull!"

Everyone screamed.

"Ancient Wang Zu! This is an Ancient Wang Zu!"

Those who had been stunned into silence earlier screamed again.

Rumors had long existed that Divine Sources contained corpses, but few in this world had ever witnessed it—naturally, they were stunned.

"The value of an Ancient Wang Zu's skull is immense—unimaginable!"

A Supreme Elder of a holy sect cried out.

"The head of an ancient Wang clan is extremely valuable for studying ancient races and their weaknesses."

"Since ancient times, our human race has never obtained even a few corpses of high-ranking ancient Wang clans—this is truly rare!"

This head belonged to a middle-aged man, with long purple hair and copper-toned skin, exuding immense power, yet he had been slain, seemingly cut clean by a sharp blade.

This ancient Wang clan's head was undoubtedly an extraordinary rarity, enough to shock even Saint Lords.

Nangong Qi's mood finally improved; his gaze turned to Fang Yu, calm and composed, gesturing for Fang Yu to also cut the stone.

Fang Yu's expression remained serene; rolling chaos qi flowed downward, enveloping the blood altar, instantly transforming the stone's outer layer into chaos qi, revealing from within the altar an utterly chilling killing intent.

"Such intense killing intent!"

"What's inside? I can't breathe!"

"Step back—better not watch this kind of spectacle; there might be a sealed ancient Wang clan inside!"

Many hearts trembled with dread, stunned by the terrifying killing intent; the bone-chilling intent surged forth, turning people cold from head to toe, their hearts and courage frozen, forcing them to shudder.

Some directly left the stone garden, unwilling to remain any longer.

If a true ancient Wang truly emerged from this stone, it would mean a million corpses and rivers of blood—they did not wish to lose their lives merely for the sake of watching a spectacle.

Some were extremely cautious, suppressing their curiosity and impulse, and truly departed.

Yet the vast majority stayed, eager to witness the miracle firsthand.

Crack—crack—

Chaos qi spread again; the object within the blood altar grew clearer—it was an ancient battle spear, crimson as blood, covered in rust, yet still terrifyingly lethal, radiating earth-shattering killing intent.

The spear emitted an aura that made one tremble; its blood-stained tip symbolized destruction and death.

"This is a peerless vicious weapon—it must have slain unimaginable beings!"

"What exactly is inside the blood altar? Could a slumbering ancient Wang truly awaken, wielding this spear?"

Upon contemplating this, many trembled, overcome by boundless fear.

But Fang Yu had no intention of letting these people suffer in fear for long; chaos qi flowed once more, melting all the stone, revealing the entity within the extraordinary stone.

It was a peerless divine maiden.

Her purple hair was smooth and lustrous; though it covered half her face, it could not conceal her world-shattering beauty—her skin was exceptionally translucent, as if carved from lamb's fat jade.

She appeared a dreamlike divine maiden, utterly unlike mortal flesh and blood, as if a masterpiece of heaven itself.

"Heaven! He cut out a divine maiden!"

"An ancient Wang!"

Everyone screamed out in unison.

Nangong Qi's face turned ashen.

Suddenly, red Mao Fa covered his body, then rapidly grew, completely filling his form.

"Ahh! I'm not a Yuan Tian Shi—why are you targeting me!"