Chapter 669: Targeting

The Black Coliseum is an incredibly ancient and formidable lineage in the universe, possessing immense comprehensive strength and involved in various fields such as gladiatorial combat, live streaming, and auctions. Currently, it operates more like a cosmic-level corporation with profound influence, almost on par with the Skyreach Wormhole Company.

Recently, the Black Blood Auction Platform, a subsidiary of the Black Blood Coliseum, announced it would host a grand auction featuring rare and exotic treasures. News spread like wildfire. Some rumored that the grand finale item was a divine medicine, specifically a heaven-bestowed grand medicine capable of doubling one's lifespan. As soon as this rumor emerged, the saint circles were abuzz, prompting several ancient saints to re-emerge. Subsequently, others claimed the ultimate auction item was a breathing technique, brought back from a ruined universe within the primordial chaos, and comparable to the "top ten" breathing techniques. Many legends circulate about breathing techniques in this world; one claims that all of the top ten breathing techniques originated from ruined universes within the primordial chaos. Yet others refuted these rumors, asserting that the true finale items were several creatures from the Yang Realm, which involved a shocking secret.

The Black Blood Auction Platform has not yet officially announced the grand finale items. However, brochures detailing some of the other auction items have already been printed and sent to important clients, revealing them in advance. Immediately, waves of excitement rippled across the universe. After all, the Black Blood Coliseum's influence is immense, nearly on par with the Skyreach Wormhole Company, so its subsidiary auction company is naturally highly renowned.

"Wow, a divine item! The Spatial Staff of Holy Dragon Mond has appeared; it's definitely a divine treasure. Mond was legendary in ancient times, his reputation immense!" People across various regions were shocked as they learned about some of the exotic treasures from the circulated brochures, their expressions changing as they realized this truly was a super auction event.

Holy Dragon Mond evolved from a fire lizard, eventually becoming a peak saint, just one step away from achieving the Heaven-Reflecting realm. Unfortunately, when attempting to break through to this realm in ancient times, divine flames surged skyward, reducing him to ashes. His true sacred artifact was a staff inscribed with spatial order runes, exceptionally powerful. Short of a Heaven-Reflecting level expert appearing, few could contend with it.

People inwardly sighed, realizing this level of auction was truly astonishing. It was very likely prepared exclusively for saint-level cultivators, as all the items were exceptional, leading to the presumption that all invited clients were prominent figures. The Black Blood Auction Platform would selectively send out invitations based on the client's status. Of course, they would also reserve enough seats for non-member clients, as not all powerful cultivators were their members. Across the cosmic sea, many powerhouses from various races were stirred, eager to attend this grand event. As for the younger generations of various races, they also wished to secure a spot to broaden their horizons and gain experience by accompanying the saints.

"They're certainly stirring things up," people mused. "Several of these sacred items have very special, significant origins." People naturally noticed several saint-level materials, such as Fire Bear Fur, Black Tiger Bone, and Heavenly Spirit Bone, which were all related to the planet that once ranked eleventh. Soon, people learned that these materials came from saints slain from ancient times to the recent past, including some from Earth and other powerhouses allied with them.

"Although Earth has declined and poses no threat, auctioning the divine bones and sacred furs of saints in this manner is still a bit much," someone whispered. In the saint community, no secrets last long; if they wanted to know the inside story, they could naturally inquire easily.

"Auction items commissioned by Wei Heng!""Gasp, this is a targeted commissioned auction!" People realized that Wei Heng was doing this deliberately to insult Earth's former sages. Some of these saints had been personally slain by him, and now their furs and sacred bones were being dug up for auction. Many clearly understood that his youngest son, Wei Tiansheng, had been killed, and Uncle Ming had been rescued by that person. This had enraged Wei Heng, prompting this direct retaliation.

However, even though Earth had declined, many still shook their heads, feeling that the items would likely not sell, as most people would be unwilling to bid on the remains of such significant figures in this manner. Earth was once glorious; the saints of that era traversed the starry sky, suppressing rebellions, resolving conflicts, and forging many benevolent connections. Moreover, driven by empathy, ordinary saints would prefer to bid on natural sacred materials like divine gold, sacred trees, or exotic stones, rather than acquiring the remains of fellow cultivators in this manner. After all, everyone faces death, and putting themselves in others' shoes, the mere thought of being dug up after their demise, stripped of their furs, their sacred bones extracted, and put up for auction, was unbearable.

However, immediately, someone declared that they would participate in the bidding. You Ruohai, a shapeshifting-level cultivator from the Nether Clan, who was the divine scion of the previous generation and one of the most promising candidates to become a saint, openly declared his strong desire to acquire the saint-level Black Tiger Bone at auction. He intended to use it to temper his physique, hoping to break through and become a Golden Body level expert, thereby making his physical body exceptionally sturdy.

"Black Tiger Bone has the strongest malevolent aura; it's truly a good item. There's nothing better for tempering the physical body. Moreover, if one could grind down a little bone powder every day and consume it regularly, it would naturally strengthen bones and tendons. For us, this is a treasure!" As soon as these words were uttered, they naturally sparked widespread discussion. While some of You Ruohai's statements were true, his words also seemed arrogant and overly conceited. Given his shapeshifting stage, attempting to handle the saint-level Black Tiger Bone's malevolent aura without maintaining a significant distance would undoubtedly be courting death. As for grinding down bone powder, he shouldn't even dream of it without the assistance of a saint!

People knew that the Nether Clan was allied with the Xilin Clan, and that in ancient times, these two clans, along with the Celestial Clan and others, had jointly annihilated the people of Earth. Now, with Wei Heng auctioning these items, they were publicly showing their support.

Subsequently, a shapeshifting-level cultivator from the Celestial Clan also spoke: "Hmm, the Fire Bear Fur is good. This kind of saint-level material is rare. If sewn into a pair of bear-fur boots, allowing one to stride through heavenly flames, it would be truly excellent, enabling one to traverse freely." This was naturally also a show of support for the Xilin Clan. This person was Luo Ming, a direct descendant of the clan and a seed-level expert, soon to enter the Golden Body realm. Clearly, Luo Ming's seemingly casual words carried contempt, an insult to a deceased saint. The Fire Bear Saint of that era was also an extraordinary hero, having traversed the universe, quelled numerous disturbances in various regions, and helped many. He was a kind-hearted and benevolent individual, yet now, a mere junior intended to make his fur into shoes, to be trampled underfoot—a severe humiliation.

"Luo Ming, You Ruohai, are you seeking death, or simply seeking death?!" On a certain planet, Chu Feng paced back and forth. He truly wanted to kill these people; they were too arrogant, daring to be so presumptuous while relying on their powerful families as backing. He knew this had certainly received their families' backing.

Chu Feng could understand Uncle Ming's feelings; it must have been incredibly painful. Watching a group of old friends with whom he had shared life and death being dug up, their bodies auctioned, and then insulted by juniors, must have been unbearable. Chu Feng felt that if he experienced such a thing in his later years, it would be a true tragedy. If Yellow Ox, Lin Luoyi, Black Ox, and others were killed by enemies and then their bodies were auctioned off and humiliated, he would likely go mad. From this, it was also evident that Uncle Ming was restraining himself, showing remarkable temperance. Even when his body occasionally trembled and his fists clenched, he did not roar out in anger. But Chu Feng knew his heart must have been filled with bitterness.

"Let's just go kill them! This is too much!" Chu Feng declared. Because if this continued, even he couldn't bear it, let alone Uncle Ming. For a group of friends who once dominated the cosmos to meet such an end was truly tragic.

Uncle Ming's chest heaved, and his breathing was heavy, with two dragon-shaped streams of energy pulsing from his nostrils and mouth. He suppressed his emotions, controlling himself, and said, "Those people just want to provoke me, to force me out into a decisive battle so they can ambush me."

Chu Feng asked Young Lady Xi, "Do you think Uncle Ming can kill Wei Heng with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, provided no Heaven-Reflecting level experts appear?"

"Logically, it should succeed," Young Lady Xi replied cautiously. "However, I heard you say that this Wei Heng seems unusual, and I'm just afraid of unexpected variables." She sympathized with Uncle Ming and did not want him to take risks.

Chu Feng said, "Then let's go kill Luo Ming and You Ruohai. Don't talk about bullying the younger generation; since these two dared to step forward and insult the former saints, we'll start the reckoning with them and execute them publicly!" He was mainly worried that Uncle Ming's pent-up emotions might lead to problems, so he wanted to find a way for him to vent. But then he frowned, saying, "I'm just afraid this is also a trap."

Uncle Ming sighed, "I estimate there are some saints lurking around these two, waiting for us to come to their doorstep." He understood the modus operandi of the Xilin Clan, Celestial Clan, and Nether Clan too well.

"Not being able to vent this resentment is truly unpleasant," Chu Feng said, feeling frustrated. The Celestial Clan, Xilin Clan, and Nether Clan were too powerful, making him feel constrained everywhere.

At this moment, Uncle Ming's expression turned cold and sinister, radiating killing intent, his demeanor entirely transformed. He said, "The barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes. Do they really think I'm a pushover? They have vast families and enormous businesses; I won't go after their obvious targets, but I can visit their other personnel, one by one!" Uncle Ming had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Having survived until now, he was naturally not merely a benevolent old man; when it was time to act, he would never be soft-handed. He planned to target some of the clans' industries and related planets, making them feel agonizing, bone-deep pain.

Young Lady Xi said, "Uncle Ming, be careful. Aren't these clans just waiting for you to show yourself, waiting for you to retaliate? I think... they might have deployed a Heaven-Reflecting level existence."

Uncle Ming nodded and said, "It should be so. They want to incur some bloodied losses, waiting for me to hunt them. Then, a Heaven-Reflecting level expert will immediately descend upon the scene. Even if they can't block me, they will deduce my whereabouts based on my lingering aura. Because the incident time is very brief, they have a certain chance of finding where I am."

"Then we absolutely cannot go!" Chu Feng's expression changed, realizing these clans were indeed insidious.

Uncle Ming said, "It's fine. I think this umbrella is very special; perhaps it can conceal my aura. If I take it, even Heaven-Reflecting level figures won't be able to deduce anything about me." He was referring to Young Lady Xi's Heavenly Dao Umbrella!

Young Lady Xi frowned and said, "This is a primordial divine artifact; it should indeed be able to conceal heavenly secrets. However, it's not invincible. My grandfather said that if an enemy also possesses a primordial artifact, then a wisp of heavenly secret might be revealed, and it wouldn't be entirely safe."

Uncle Ming fell silent. He once possessed a damaged primordial artifact, but it was later destroyed, making his situation increasingly difficult.

Chu Feng's heart stirred; he thought of the stone box. He had great confidence in it, believing it could absolutely conceal heavenly secrets and be very effective. So he said, "Uncle Ming, I'll now hide in the starry sky, and you try to search for my whereabouts."

"Hmm?" Uncle Ming was surprised and a little puzzled.

Then, they began the experiment. Chu Feng disappeared into the starry sky. Uncle Ming immediately searched, constantly deducing. Despite being an ancient saint, he surprisingly couldn't find Chu Feng, even though the latter had only just left.

"How was it?" Chu Feng asked upon his return.

"Very good, the item you possess is greatly useful!" Uncle Ming's eyes gleamed.

"Alright then, let's pull off a few big jobs and make them pay dearly!" Chu Feng said, rubbing his fists together.

"Yes, let's first light some fireworks, then go on a killing spree across various regions!" Uncle Ming said, clarifying that "lighting fireworks" naturally referred to igniting planets.

"Let's go, time for fireworks!" Young Lady Xi exclaimed, as if fearing the world wouldn't be chaotic enough. She then stared at Chu Feng's stone box and asked, "Chu Loli, what kind of artifact is this, and where did you get it?"

"An ancestral artifact, dug out from our family's homestead!" Chu Feng replied righteously.

Then, he changed the subject and said, "Uncle Ming, after we've lit the fireworks, we'll go on a massive killing spree and create widespread chaos. I estimate that by then, the Xilin Clan, Celestial Clan, and Nether Clan will be overwhelmed and won't be using saints to protect Luo Ming, You Ruohai, and the others anymore. At that point, hand them over to me; I'll behead all of them and incidentally record it to sell to a live-streaming platform, making these clans 'hoist themselves by their own petard' and severely damage their own morale!"

"Very well. Those who insulted the deceased saints of our mother planet don't deserve to live." Uncle Ming nodded and said, "After causing such chaos, it will also be the perfect time for me to take you to the secret places of these clans and seize their opportunities, allowing you to lay the most solid foundation, enter the Mist-Eating realm, and cultivate yourself using the resources of our enemies."

"Great, this sounds fun! Let's go!" Young Lady Xi exclaimed, even more enthusiastic than Chu Feng and Uncle Ming.