Chapter 2253 - A Desolate God

Chapter 2253: A Desolate God

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To demigods and gods, money was nothing. As long as they could increase their cultivation, it was worth it no matter how many Godstones they spent.

The Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection was a treasure worth selling.

“30,000 Godstones.”

“31,000 Godstones.”

“35,000 Godstones.”

…

Dozens of cultivators participated in the auction.

There were more than a dozen Supreme Saint cultivators below the Thousand-Koan Realm. Xu, Luo Shengtian, Wu Jiang, and Lady Wind were all bidding. However, they represented the gods behind them. They could not bring out such a huge amount of wealth on their own.

A god that shook the Infernal Court appeared in the auction with his divine spirit and shouted, “50,000 Godstones.”

Many cultivators recognized him and tactfully withdrew from the auction.

However, there were still eight cultivators with deep pockets who were bidding with him. Five of them were the divine spirit of true gods. 50,000 Godstones would not scare them away.

“51,000 Godstones.”

“53,000 Godstones.”

…

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection and said, “Help me bid.”

Xue Tu was stunned and said, “The lotus is too expensive. Only gods can use it. A 10,000-year-old Lotus is enough for a Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saint. The price is thousands of times cheaper.”

“Other Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saints use the 10,000-year-old Lotus of Divine Reflection because they can’t afford to use a higher-level one. If there is a Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection, don’t you want to use it?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xue Tu’s spirits rose. His eyes burned like fire. He said, “Senior Brother, are you implying that I’ll have the chance to use them in the future if I win?”

“You’re naive, but it’s not like you don’t have a chance. Go and bid them for me first,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Xue Tu was overjoyed, but he quickly thought of something. He said with a bitter face, “Why don’t you bid for them yourself? I’ve already offended a lot of cultivators by helping you bidding the Fugue Pills.”

Zhang Ruochen patted Xue Tu’s shoulder and said, “Maybe you won’t have the chance to use the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection. But I still have a 100,000-year-old Lotus of Divine Reflection. I have been storing it away. If there’s no better candidate, I plan to give it to the Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saint of the Xue Jue family.”

“I’m the best candidate. Don’t worry, Senior Brother. Leave the bidding to me.”

Xue Tu stood straight and walked to the edge of the ring-shaped world. He asked, “How should I bid?”

Zhang Ruochen used spiritual power to tell him a price.

When Xue Tu heard it, he was so scared that his body shook. He licked his lips and said with a raised voice, “100,000 Godstones.”

The ring-shaped world auction house became silent again after Xue Tu spoke out.

The price of the Lotus of Divine Reflection was still below 60,000 Godstones. Even a god would only raise the price by 1,000 Godstones. Suddenly, such a sky-high price was shouted out. The few gods participating in the auction were shocked indeed.

After a short period of silence, a huge uproar broke out.

“It’s Xue Tu, and he’s making his move again.”

“Could it be that the Realm of Star Ocean asked him to be their scapegoat again for this auction?”

“Xue Tu is too bold. He actually dares to challenge the gods.”

“If he really is the scapegoat of the Realm of Star Ocean, then it’s obvious that he’s tricking the gods here. He definitely won’t have a good ending.”

“The price of 100,000 Godstones is too high. No god will be fooled. No matter how many Godstones there are, we can’t give them to the Realm of Star Ocean for free.”

…

Xue Tu’s face turned ugly after he heard the Infernal Court’s cultivators’ discussions. He hurriedly explained, “The bidding for treasures depends on one’s financial capability. There was no commissioning involved. I feel that the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection is priceless. Not to mention 100,000 Godstones, even paying 200,000 Godstones is worth it.”

There was a god who was very eager to obtain the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection and was tempted to increase the price.

However, when he heard Xue Tu say 200,000 Godstones, he immediately gave up on the idea. If he continued to fight, it would be fine if he won, but if he lost, he would definitely become a joke among the gods.

In addition, Xue Tu’s fearsome bidding for the Fugue Pills was still lingering. Even the gods were somewhat afraid of him.

“He bid 100,000 Godstones without even blinking. Are the juniors nowadays so rich?”

“He is the son of Bloodlucius.”

“Bloodlucius had overcome the first Yuanhui Tribulation. The Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection is of little use to him. How could he spend 100,000 Godstones here?”

“Could it really be arranged by the Realm of Star Ocean?”

The few gods present communicated secretly. They all agreed that the Realm of Star Ocean wanted to treat them as fat sheep to be slaughtered. That was why they had deliberately arranged such a disruptive junior.

No one raised the price and Zhang Ruochen bought the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection for 100,000 Godstones.

The treasures on the auction stage were all extremely rare. They all cost more than 1,000 Godstones.

There were Emperor Grade pills, Supreme Saint-level puppet slaves, primitive worlds…

Zhang Ruochen did not place his bid. He either had the treasures or did not need them for the time being.

The auction was nearing its end. Amidst everyone’s anticipation, the last item was brought up for auction.

The divine corpse.

Supreme Saint Sanjin and Supreme Saint Qiluo brought the two bronze coffins up to the auction stage personally.

The instant the two coffins were placed down, the floating island where the auction stage was located shook violently. It was pushed down by a large amount of pressure.

Divine Marks and arrays were drawn on the bronze coffins to seal the divine power inside and prevent it from leaking out.

Even so, there were still strange waves coming out of the coffins, making the precepts of heaven and earth in this space slightly chaotic. The Saint Kings and some Neverwilt Realm Supreme Saints felt uneasy.

The divine corpse of a recently deceased was indeed different from the one that has been dead for many years,’ Zhang Ruochen thought.

Zhang Ruochen had seen many divine corpses.

The one that had been taken away by Elder Patriarch Death Zen in the Nether Realm.

The remains of Blood God in the Sect of the Blood God.

The Divine Python’s corpse had been dug out of the ground in the Northern Region.

And the Blood Phoenix’s divine corpse in the second gradient of the Endless Abyss.

…

However, they had all fallen for more than 100,000 years. God knew how much of the divine power in the divine corpse had been lost. Its value and divine powers were only one-tenth or even one-hundredth of what they had been when they had just died.

“Why are there two bronze coffins? Are there two divine corpses? And the divine corpse should be huge. Can these two coffins fit?” Xue Tu whispered.

“Those two coffins are dimensional treasures. There are universes within,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Xue Tu muttered, “I see.”

All the cultivators’ curiosity was piqued.

Supreme Saint Qiluo raised his voice and said, “This divine corpse is the Desolate God. It was killed by Sword God Feng Chen of Asura at the frontier of the Nether Realm’s starry sky. He cut its body in half with one cut. The upper and lower halves of the bodies are in the two coffins respectively.”

Supreme Saint Sanjin took the lead and opened the bronze coffin on the left.

Whoosh

Dazzling divine light burst out from the coffin, illuminating the entire ring-shaped world and the headquarters of the entire Realm of Star Ocean with a greenish-purple color.

Blue and purple divine clouds appeared above the group of cultivators, and it’s rolling endlessly.

The powerful divine power intimidated many cultivators, and they trembled.

Zhang Ruochen stared into the coffin. Through layers of spatial fog, he saw half a corpse covered in purple carapace. It had sharp claws and looked like a giant scorpion.

Even though it only had the upper body, the divine corpse was more than 3,000 miles long. It was heavier and bigger than the planet they were on.

“This god’s carapace must have a strong defense, but such a huge body was still cut by a sword. To be able to kill it means that the sword contains Canons.”

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the flat cut on the divine corpse’s waist and abdomen. A strange feeling arose in his mind.

This feeling flashed and disappeared.

It was indescribable and impossible to capture.

He continued to observe the cut on the divine corpse, but he could no longer find the strange feeling.

For cultivators at the level of a Supreme Saint, any perception could not be produced for no reason. There must be a reason.

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes turned serious. He asked Xue Tu, “What’s going on in the Desolate Starry Sky? which force does the Desolate God belongs to?”

Xue Tu said, “I’ve never been to the Desolate Starry Sky. I’ve only heard that it’s very far from Infernal Court. It’s a place that only gods can reach. Sword God Feng Chen was indeed worthy of being the hero of the Asura for a thousand years. He had ascended to the Ashuran Planet less than a thousand years ago, and he already possessed god-killing powers.

A flash of inspiration appeared in Zhang Ruochen’s mind. A peerless sword light appeared. He saw a giant scorpion that was thousands of miles long was being cut off in the universe.

‘Could it be that the strange feeling just now did not originate from the divine corpse, but from the opening of the sword on the divine corpse?’ Zhang Ruochen thought.

His pupils suddenly contracted. He stared at the divine corpse in the bronze coffin. He thought to himself, ‘maybe if I bid for the divine corpse and studied it closely, then I would be much closer to the truth.’

Supreme Saint Qiluo said, “When this divine corpse was alive, it wasn’t a false god. It was a true god. However, the Divinity Source and most of its divine soul were taken away.”

Although they knew that Sword God Feng Chen would definitely take the Divinity Source and the divine soul, everyone still sighed when they heard the news.

Without the Divinity Source and the divine soul, the value of the divine corpse was greatly reduced.

This was especially so for a god. It was no longer very attractive.

However, the divine corpse contained a huge amount of divine blood, divine bones, divine marrow, carapace, and so on. It could be used to nurture a large number of Saint Realm cultivators. It was a strategic resource that all the major powers had to fight for.

Supreme Saint Qiluo said, “The divine corpse has been cut into two pieces, so it was divided into two auctions. Now, the auction for the upper body will begin. The starting price is 100,000 Godstones. Each increment must be at least 1,000 Godstones.”

“110,000 Godstones.”

“120,000.”

..

“150,000.”

The value of the Wheel of the Nether Sun was that it could greatly increase the strength of an individual unit.

However, the divine corpse could increase the overall strength of an entire faction. It could nurture a large number of outstanding young talents. They could be used for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

They were all treasures of the profound level.

Luo Shengtian shouted, “200,000 Godstones.”

“210,000 Godstones,” Lord Bladehell said.

A Supreme Saint of Asura at the completion of the Hundred-Shackle Realm said, “220,000 Godstones.”

“230,000 Godstones.”

…

The divine corpse was the most valuable to the Immortal Vampires, Rakshasa, and Asura. It was worth more than 200,000 Godstones. The bidders from the three middle and upper clans automatically gave up.

Hundreds of elites from the three lower clans who had gods backing them competed fiercely. Soon, the divine corpse was worth more than 300,000 Godstones.

At that point, most of the bidders had given up.

Only a few cultivators, such as Luo Shengtian and Lord Bladehell, were left. They were still bidding. However, they all looked thoughtful. Every time they bid, they were being very careful.

After the price exceeded 300,000 Godstones, Zhang Ruochen gave up on bidding.

The reason why they could raise the price to such a high level was mainly that they needed a lot of resources. There were many cultivators under their banner.

In other words, they had to buy.

Zhang Ruochen’s Qiankun Realm had a large number of cultivators.

However, their numbers were less than one-myriadth of these forces. There were very few cultivators who had the potential to reach the Saint realm. There was no need to buy a divine corpse.

Besides, the divine corpse was far less important to human cultivators than Rakshasa and Immortal Vampires.

‘The price of half a divine corpse is more than the Wheel of the Nether Sun, and it doesn’t have the Divinity Source or most of the divine soul. A god that just died should be worth as much as a Supreme Artifact,’ Zhang Ruochen thought this was his assessment.

In the intense competition, the upper body of the divine corpse was bought by Luo Shengtian for 400,000 Godstones.

Tianluo was the leader of the seven divine kingdoms of the Rakshasa. In terms of wealth, no Immortal Vampires could compare to it.

“Damn it. He actually offered 400,000 Godstones for a half-divine corpse.”

Lord Bladehell was extremely unwilling to lose the bid. He wanted to raise the price, but he received a telepathic message from a god in his clan, so he had to give up.

“There’s no need to be so angry. There’s still half a divine corpse,” a cultivator from Immortal Vampires said.

Lord Bladehell snorted. “Everyone knows that the most precious and mysterious treasures of the divine corpse are gathered in the brain and abdomen. They’re all in the upper body. Even if you buy the lower body of the divine corpse, it’s only equivalent to buying a batch of divine blood and divine bones. There are lots of divine blood and divine bones for sale in other places. There is no reason to bid it from here.”

Although Lord Bladehell said this, he still decided to continue bidding for the lower half of the divine corpse. After all, it was the corpse of a god that had just died. If he auctioned it back, there might be some pleasant surprise.

The second bronze coffin was opened.

The lower half of the divine corpse was more than two thousand miles long, and it was covered with huge spikes that were emitting green light.

“The starting price is 100,000 Godstones. Each increment must be no less than one thousand Godstones.”

“Let the bidding begin.”

This time, the intensity of the bidding was far less than when the upper half of the divine corpse was being auctioned.

All the cultivators could see that this was not the lower half of the giant scorpion divine corpse, but rather its tail. The value could not be compared.

“110,000 Godstones.”

“120,000 Godstones.”

“125,000 Godstones.”

..

When the price was raised to 150,000 Godstones, most of the cultivators who wanted to bid had already chosen to withdraw.

“160,000 Godstones.”

After Lord Bladehell raised the price, all the other bidders became hesitant. They were considering whether to withdraw or not.

Zhang Ruochen said to Xue Tu, “The bid of 180,000 Godstones could completely destroy their hope so that they wouldn’t continue to hesitate.”

Xue Tu was shocked and said, “Senior Brother, why are you buying the divine corpse?”

“Why do you ask so many questions?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xue Tu had a bitter face and he said sadly, “Lord Bladehell is determined to get the divine corpse. I’ve already offended him when bidding for the Fugue Pills. If I steal his divine corpse again, he’ll kill me.”

“You’re a Scion. Why are you afraid of him?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xue Tu shook his head vigorously. In a pleading tone, he said, “He’s at the completion of the Hundred-Shackle Realm, and I’ve just reached the Neverwilt Realm. Also, you don’t know that Lord Bladehell is vengeful. A cultivator that offended him always ends up in a terrible state.”

“The divine corpse is more than 2,000 miles long. The fresh divine blood inside is like a river or a sea. Do you want to drink it?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

“Yes, of course.”

Xue Tu kept thinking. He changed the topic and said, “Don’t worry, Senior Brother. Leave the bidding to me. It’s just Lord Bladehell. Why should I fear him?”