Chapter 152

Soon, after an incredible shock, the auction continued.

As the final lot was bought by a mysterious private box at an unimaginable sky‑high price, auctioneer Lianyi announced the perfect conclusion of this Grand Mystery Auction with her still slightly trembling excited voice, and the auction hall remained filled with an atmosphere of excitement and lingering reluctance.

The crowd began to surge, flowing out of all exits like a receding tide.

Countless beings chattered excitedly—some thrilled by their gains, some sighing at the staggering prices, some speculating about the origins of the two mysterious figures who fought over the mysterious gold paper.

Ye Wuque and the War Prince did not rush to leave; they followed the flow of people, walking out of the auction house at a leisurely pace, and then, with a flicker of their forms, they appeared in a quiet stretch of starry sky not far from Grand Mystery City.

Around them floated a belt of meteorites; in the distance a nebula slowly turned. The place was spacious enough and secluded enough.

The War Prince stood half a step behind Ye Wuque, like a silent guardian deity, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering lightly in the stellar breeze; his expression was calm, his deep gaze fixed on the direction of the auction house, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, it was as he had expected.

After only about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the space ahead twisted slightly; a figure cloaked in a gray robe appeared soundlessly like a phantom, stopping exactly ten zhang behind Ye Wuque.

It was precisely the inscrutable being who had won that mysterious gold paper.

His whole body remained shrouded in a wide gray robe, his features indistinct; only a deep, abyss‑like serenity, tranquil as the sea, emanated naturally, blending with the surrounding starry sky—were it not seen with one's own eyes, his presence would hardly be detectable.

"Fellow Daoist," a voice, flat and unreadable yet undeniably certain, came from beneath the gray robe: "Speak plainly. You were determined to obtain that gold paper at the auction; had I not intervened, you would not have given it up so easily. If I'm not mistaken, you……must still have other gold papers on you."

Ye Wuque was not surprised that the other could guess he possessed more gold papers.

Had they not likewise possessed gold papers and known their extraordinariness, they would not have bid against him at the auction to such an outrageous extent.

Ye Wuque slowly turned, his calm gaze fixed on the gray‑robed figure, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, since you can guess I possess this, why ask further?"

The gray‑robed person fell silent for a moment, then continued: "This item is of great use to me. Fellow Daoist, would you part with it and hand over the gold paper in your hand? I can offer treasures of equal value in exchange, or……you name the price."

His tone remained flat, yet the intent to obtain it at all costs grew ever more apparent.

Hearing this, Ye Wuque's lips curled into a half‑smile, he shook his head: "How coincidental—I am also quite interested in the gold paper you carry."

That mysterious gold paper is of great importance, seemingly recording a glorious chapter of ancient civilization; Ye Wuque had painstakingly gathered four sheets, and now the fifth lay before him—would he yield merely because of a few words from the other?

The atmosphere instantly grew somewhat stagnant.

In the starry sky, an intangible chill began to spread.

The gray‑robed person seemed to sigh lightly, tinged with helplessness but more with resolve: "Really……you won't part with it?"

He paused, then his voice turned icy cold; an indescribably terrifying aura, like a primordial beast awakening after ages of slumber, surged forth!

"If that's the case……then I, your humble self, can only offend you!"

Boom——!!

The instant his words fell, a vast, sacred, ancient, inscrutable aura—seemingly originating from the era when heaven and earth first opened—exploded outward from the gray‑robed figure!

The floating meteorites around it turned silently to dust under the impact of that aura!

The distant nebulae seemed to be stirred, their rotation accelerating!

The entire starry sky trembled, wailing!

The gray robe and light that concealed his appearance, under the impact of that overwhelming, unstoppable aura, swiftly melted away like snow in sunlight, revealing his true form beneath.

He was a man who looked about twenty‑seven or twenty‑eight; his face was not extraordinarily handsome, merely decent and unremarkable.

But his eyes were deep as if they held the stars of the myriad heavens; in the blink of an opening and closing, terrifying visions of the sun and moon waxing and waning, of universes being born and dying, flashed forth!

Standing there, he seemed to become the sole center of that starry sky, possessing an innate nobility and power; his gaze toward Ye Wuque bore an unquestionable determination to prevail, and a hint……of unfathomable inquiry.

Without a word or preamble, the man who called himself humble yet displayed an invincible posture struck!

He merely raised his right hand, finger extended like a sword, and pointed at Ye Wuque from afar!

Hiss——!

A beam of light, condensed to the extreme, like countless ancient runes forged into brilliant divine radiance, instantly tore through the void; wherever it passed, the rules of the Dao retreated, wailing, bearing a terrifying will to pierce all laws and destroy eternity, driving straight toward Ye Wuque's brow!

This finger, though appearing simple, had already surpassed ordinary divine abilities, reaching the level of the primordial source of law!

Ye Wuque's pupils contracted slightly, his heart chilled.

An expert's move reveals at once whether there is skill.

This person's strength far surpasses the vast majority of opponents he has faced before!

But Ye Wuque, when has he ever feared battle?

"Come on!"

With a clear shout, Ye Wuque did not dodge or evade; his qi and blood boiled instantly, dark-gold light rose from his body, and his Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body operated to the extreme!

He likewise threw a punch, without dazzling divine light, without complex techniques, only a pure to the extreme, overbearing to the extreme fleshly power that seemed capable of shattering stars with a single blow and blasting through the universe!

Boom——!!!

Finger energy and fist tip violently collided!

It was as if two ancient massive stars collided, an indescribable terrifying roar accompanied by a destructive energy shockwave, spreading wildly in a ring!

The meteorite belt spanning millions of li was instantly cleared, turned into cosmic dust!

Even distant stars seemed to dim for a moment!

Ye Wuque's figure swayed slightly, cracks burst open in the Void beneath his feet, and that ordinary-looking man also swayed, retreating half a step backward.

Evenly matched!

With this probing strike, neither of them gained the upper hand!

"What?! He could actually take a finger strike from East Holy without losing ground at all?"

In the distance, among the living beings drawn by this terrifying battle fluctuation who had not fled and were watching from a safe distance, incredulous cries rang out.

"East Holy? He is... the Holy Clan's East Holy Sheng Xuanyi?!"

Someone revealed the man's identity, instantly drawing a chorus of gasps.

"Holy Clan? That ancient family with the surname 'Holy'? The renowned Undying Aristocratic Family? The colossus dominating the eastern domain of Boundless Heaven?"

"That's right! It's him! East Holy! Sheng Xuanyi! It is said he has long been the undisputed number one of the Holy Clan's younger generation, his strength unfathomable, making him one of the most terrifying leaders of the younger generation in Boundless Heaven!"

My heavens! It's actually this terrifying Dark Being! Who is the black-robed man opposite him? He can actually contend with the Eastern Saint!

That... that seems to be... Ye Wuque?!

What! Is this calamity star?!

When did this calamity star get here?!

Indeed, wherever he goes, he stirs up winds and clouds in all directions!

And the War Prince at this moment also had an extremely solemn expression; he approached Ye Wuque and transmitted his voice in a low tone:

My lord, this person's origin is tremendous! He must be from the Holy Clan! That Undying Aristocratic Family renowned across the Nine Heavens Ten Earths! Their ancestors produced a true invincible Supreme; their bloodline power is terrifyingly unmatched, their inheritance ancient to a frightening degree! And this person, if I am not mistaken, he is the most renowned inheritor of this generation of the Holy Clan, acclaimed as the... Eastern Saint's... Sheng Xuanyi!

Holy Clan... Eastern Saint... Sheng Xuanyi... Ye Wuque's eyes flickered slightly, and he recorded this information.

Being able to cross hands with such a person is also quite exhilarating.