Chapter 142: Mysterious Man from the Alien Domain

The two iron cages emitted immensely powerful auras.

But Jun Xiaoyao directly ignored one cage and turned his gaze to the other.

"Such a powerful bloodline force," Jun Xiaoyao remarked in surprise.

His standards were high—he would never look twice at an ordinary prodigy.

Strength mattered less; what truly counted was potential for growth.

For instance, a fourteen-year-old prodigy who reached the Unity Realm versus a centuries-old warrior who reached the Divine Flame Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao would unhesitatingly choose the former.

Potential mattered more than strength.

Now, in Jun Xiaoyao's perception, the creature within one of the iron cages harbored a vast, surging bloodline force.

It was like a sun burning.

In comparison, the aura within the other cage, though immensely strong and laced with chilling malevolence, held nothing particularly special.

At that moment, the elderly host spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale is about to begin. This creature to your left—you will never guess where it came from."

As he spoke, he ordered the cloth covering it to be pulled away.

A creature with pitch-black skin and twin wings on its back, its face resembling a Rakshasa demon, appeared.

It let out a piercing shriek, its sonic waves seeming capable of shattering the spiritual core of any mortal.

"That's…" Many cultivators rose to their feet, staring in disbelief at the monstrous creature.

The younger cultivators looked confused, unfamiliar with it.

But several elders, upon closer inspection, drew in sharp, startled breaths.

"This… could it be a creature from the Alien Domain's Tianmo lineage?" an elderly man with white hair and a fringe exclaimed.

At these words, many cultivators' gazes sharply trembled.

"It's from the Alien Domain?" Even some young prodigies showed expressions of astonishment.

Though they had heard of the Alien Domain, they had never approached it, let alone known what its creatures looked like.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes also flickered with intrigue.

He remembered that Yuan Tian the Supreme had once ventured into the Alien Domain and returned with the upper volume of the Body Scripture.

But he had also been tainted by the Alien Domain's dark matter, ultimately meeting a tragic end.

"Heh, friend, your insight is truly sharp. Correct—this is indeed a creature of the Alien Domain's Tianmo lineage," the host chuckled.

"How could a creature from the Alien Domain appear? Is the Alien Domain preparing to invade the Immortal Domain again?" Some elders could not calm their thoughts.

Such events had happened before.

They had once caused the annihilation of countless beings in the Immortal Domain—no ordinary sect could withstand them, let alone the immortal clans, many of which were wiped out.

That level of catastrophe could engulf the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Domain.

Not a single pure land would remain.

"You overstate it, friend. The Alien Domain has been quiet for a long time—only minor skirmishes, occasional creatures slipping into the Immortal Domain, all eventually slain or captured," the host smiled.

Hearing this, several elders exhaled slightly in relief.

Now, everyone began to closely examine the Tianmo creature.

"Hmm, who'd have thought we'd actually catch a living Tianmo? They're an elite race from the Alien Domain," one cultivator murmured in awe.

The Alien Domain, like the Immortal Domain, contained countless races.

Among them were many powerful clans, even immortal imperial clans—such as the Gu Lan, Bi An, and Zu An clans.

Though the Tianmo clan was not yet an immortal imperial clan, it was still a mighty royal lineage with deep roots.

To see a living Tianmo was an exceedingly rare sight for those present.

"This is a mighty Tianmo clan from the Alien Domain—the slave facing it is doomed."

"Indeed. The aura in the other cage is strong too, but it's up against the Alien Domain's Tianmo."

The other cage had not yet been unveiled, but nearly everyone present believed the Tianmo would win decisively.

After all, it was an elite race from the Alien Domain—its strength was instinctively intimidating.

Seeing this, the host stroked his beard and said: "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. The other slave's strength is also formidable."

As he spoke, the cloth over the iron cage was pulled aside.

Everyone stared intently.

Inside the cage sat a young man.

His long black hair trailed to the ground, his upper body bare, his skin inscribed with golden patterns that converged at his chest, forming a sun totem.

Equally striking were the numerous grotesque scars across his body—each one deeper than the last, making one wonder how he had even survived.

At this moment, the man's eyes were closed, utterly indifferent to the commotion around him, as if in deep meditation.

"That's it?"

When they saw the young man, many cultivators were stunned.

They had expected some extraordinary figure.

Instead, it was merely a young man whose cultivation seemed decent at best.

Compared to the Alien Domain's Tianmo, the man was disappointingly unimpressive.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't underestimate him. He is likely from the Profound Heaven Immortal Domain and may be an heir of a top-tier sect," the host said.

"The Profound Heaven Immortal Domain?"

Now, some cultivators' gazes flickered with renewed interest.

Between the Nine Immortal Domains lay boundless cosmic seas and dimensional voids.

Crossing from one Immortal Domain to another was no simple feat.

The young man's cultivation level clearly wasn't exceptionally high—he must have been brought here by others.

Now he was alone.

The host said no more.

For the young man refused to speak of his identity or origins.

The Wanbao Trading Society clearly had no knowledge of the Profound Heaven Immortal Domain's sects, so they could not determine his background.

They merely used his origin as a gimmick.

Now, both combatants were revealed.

Yet any observant person could see the Tianmo's victory was overwhelming.

As for the young man, though he hailed from the Profound Heaven Immortal Domain, no one knew his identity or lineage.

No one knew which sect he inherited from.

Thus, almost no one bet on him to win.

"I bet sixty immortal sources—Alien Domain Tianmo wins," Yin Yang Holy Son wagered.

This was free money—only a fool wouldn't bet on it.

"I bet fifty immortal sources—Alien Domain Tianmo wins," said the nobleman beside Yin Yang Holy Son.

He was Prince Xia Lan of the Great Xia Empire and also a Holy Son of the Sacred Spirit Academy.

"I'll bet ten immortal sources… I'm poor," Hua Xiqing sighed regretfully.

Additionally, Jin Chixiaopeng, Ye Xingyun, and others also wagered on the Tianmo.

To them, this was a guaranteed win.

At that moment, a voice came from a lavish private booth:

"We bet on the young man to win—four hundred immortal sources!"

At these words, the entire arena fell utterly silent.

Every eye turned sharply toward the booth.

"Did I hear that right? Four hundred immortal sources? Who's this billionaire?"

"Even an heir of an immortal clan wouldn't casually spend this much!"

"And betting against the Tianmo? Are they trying to lose their pants?"

"The voice sounds like… that Divine Dynasty's eldest princess…"

The arena erupted in uproar; many were stunned.

Earlier, the trading society's young master, Gan Duo, had personally escorted Jun Xiaoyao into the VIP booth, so no one knew it was his.

Later, Wu Mingyue entered, and everyone assumed it was the Divine Dynasty's eldest princess's booth.

"Ah, that princess is truly a wealthy woman—too bad she's so cold," Yin Yang Holy Son chuckled.

He believed Wu Mingyue was simply wasting immortal sources.

Just as the crowd buzzed, the young man seated in the iron cage, who had been meditating with closed eyes, suddenly opened them and stared directly at Jun Xiaoyao's booth.

His pure golden eyes, covered in runes, were as sharp as an eagle's—piercing through space to lock gaze with Jun Xiaoyao.