Under the spotlight of everyone, the woman in the center of the auction table had her smart eyes bent into beautiful crescents.
The breaths of thousands of people in the audience seemed to be held in the palm of her hand by her unspoken words.
Even in the Tianzi No. 1 private room, Qian Daoliu's body sat upright unconsciously, and the meaning of scrutiny in those golden eyes was extremely strong.
Happy Doudou enjoyed the feeling of being in control of the whole scene. She stretched out a slender jade finger and tapped it lightly on her lips, making a "shh" motion.
The entire noisy venue miraculously quieted down within just a few breaths.
"It seems that everyone is looking forward to it."
Doudou chuckled lightly and stopped being pretentious.
"Then, here's our seventh lot!"
As she finished speaking, two burly and calm-breathing guards came up from behind the auction table.
They are not as light as the previous maids. Every step they step on the ground makes a dull sound, giving people a mountain-like sense of oppression.
The two of them worked together to carry a box made of deep sea immersed silver. The box was engraved with complicated runes, and a trace of cold air flowed out of it. It was obviously a specially made soul-sealing device.
When the box was placed firmly on the auction table, everyone's eyes were firmly attracted.
"Miracles are often born inadvertently."
Doudou's voice has an aria-like rhythm,
"It may not be a divine weapon that can destroy the world, nor is it an elixir that can reverse life and death, but what it contains is a level of life that mortals can never reach."
She motioned to the guards to open the box.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the lid of the box opened.
The cold air dissipated, revealing the true appearance inside.
There is no brilliance as imagined, nor any earth-shattering vision.
The box is covered with a thick layer of ice silk, and in the center of the ice silk, a crystal clear crystal is quietly suspended.
The crystal is in the shape of a perfect rhombus, with a drop of...liquid sealed inside.
The drop of liquid was only the size of a fingernail, and it was a strange red-gold color, like molten gold, yet it was as agile as fire.
It flows slowly inside the crystal, and every time it rolls, it seems to cause the surrounding light to subtly distort, exuding a strange aura that is both hot and sharp.
"This is..."
Someone in the audience couldn't help but make a sound, their eyes full of confusion.
Hand out her white palm, Doudou gently stroked the surface of the crystal, feeling the astonishing heat transmitted through the crystal. An almost pious look appeared on her face.
"Everyone, please take a look. This is the seventh lot of our auction, a true relic of the gods - the sweat drops of the God of the Forge!"
"What?!"
"Sweat... drops of sweat? Drops of God's sweat?"
"Are you kidding! This is also considered an auction item?"
As soon as Doudou finished speaking, the whole place fell into a dead silence, followed by an uproar and discussion like a volcanic eruption.
This name is really... down-to-earth, even a little funny, forming a strong contrast with the lofty word "god" in everyone's mind.
"God of the Furnace? Which god is this? Why have I never heard of it?"
An old man with profound knowledge from two empires frowned and thought, but found that this name was completely missing from his knowledge base.
"The point is the sweat drops! Can God's sweat be sold? Is this Liulitian crazy about money?"
"Quiet! Listen to what Miss Doudou said!"
Amidst the noise, Doudou's voice sounded clearly again, overwhelming all the noise.
Because the divine fire was too strong and the divine power was surging, a drop of divine sweat dripped from her forehead. She paused and gave everyone time to digest, then continued:
“This drop of sweat contains the purest fire power and golden spirit of the god.”
"Its function is very simple. Just one drop can transform ordinary iron and have the foundation to become a magical weapon!" Let a top-notch soul tool break through the shackles and produce a trace of "divinity"! "
"Hiss——"
This time, the sounds of gasps came one after another.
If the previous name "sweat drop" made people feel absurd, then Doudou's subsequent explanation made everyone's heart skip a beat.
Let Fantie transform!
Let the top soul guide produce divinity!
What a terrifying effect this is!
“Oh my God! If this is true, doesn’t it mean that as long as there are enough materials and a top blacksmith, a pseudo-artifact can be artificially created?!”
A man with a strong stature and muscles on his arms flushed with excitement. He is a blacksmith and knows the weight of this sentence best.
"More than that! This thing contains the power of pure fire. For us fire attribute soul masters, this is simply a treasure! If we can absorb it..."
"Don't dare to think, don't dare to think!"
A red-haired old man's breathing was rapid, his eyes fixed on the drop of red-gold liquid, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Absorb? You don't want your life!"
"That's divine power! How could a mortal body withstand it? I'm afraid it won't be burned to ashes in an instant!"
Someone next to him immediately retorted.
The atmosphere in the venue quickly changed from the initial shock and comedy to shock, fanaticism and fierce debate.
Everyone is discussing the use and potential value of this drop of "god sweat". Some people in the private rooms have even begun to frantically contact the families or sects behind it through soul communicators to report on this shocking auction item.
It turns out that there are gods in charge of forging!
This recognition itself has subverted the worldview of the vast majority of people on the mainland.
In Private Room No. 1, Tianzi.
「Bang!」
A slight crisp sound.
The white jade teacup in Qian Daoliu's hand quietly cracked a small crack.
The warm tea seeped out along the cracks and dripped onto his luxurious golden robe, but he didn't even notice it.
His eyes were fixed on the red-gold droplets in the crystal below.
The moment the thing appeared, he felt a breath.
That aura is extremely weak, but its essence is extremely noble and pure.
That is...the breath of God!
Although it is completely different from the divine power of the seraphs he serves, the level of life that is above the ordinary and the embodied nature of the laws can never be faked!
This Liulitian...
They actually do!
They can actually get this kind of thing!
There was a huge wave in Qian Daoliu's heart.
He originally thought that the other party was just using some mortal objects contaminated with the aura of the gods to make a fuss, but he never expected that what they took out was actually a relic of the gods that contained a trace of the original divine power!
Listening to the people on the field talking about using it to upgrade the soul guidance device, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but sigh:
These frogs in the well...
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he sighed with a strong sense of self-mockery.
Who is the frog in the well?
The Wuhun Temple controls the continent and claims to be the spokesperson of God in the world. However, their understanding of "gods", apart from the inheritance of the God of Angels, is only the God of Poseidon and the God of Shura.
But this unknown Liulitian was able to take out items belonging to different gods...
This made Qiandaoliu feel deeply fearful and a little uncontrollable...excited.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the cracked tea cup turned into powder in his hands and drifted away quietly.
His eyes became sharp again, a sharpness that was inevitable.
No matter who is standing behind Liu Li Tian, he will decide this thing!
At the auction stage, Doudou had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, especially the scorching gazes from those in the top private rooms, which made the curve of her mouth even more charming.
She knew that the heat was coming.
「熔炉之神的汗滴，神之遗物，它的价值，相信无需我再多言。」
「起拍价——」
兜兜伸出一根手指，声音清越而有力，响彻全场。
"One million gold soul coins! Each time the price is increased, it must not be less than 100,000!"