Stone of the Language of the Ancient Gods

The black "stone" did not reveal anything.

Su Tong could not discern whether it was the language of ancient gods.

If it was just an ordinary, unidentifiable other language, it would be useless to Su Tong.

"The text on it has been identified as the language of the ancient gods. As for the content, it is not known."

Yun Ran spoke at this time.

They could have people identify the text and confirm it was the language of the ancient gods.

Only then did they dare to take it out for auction.

"Since the content is unknown, what's on it may not be cultivation techniques or mystic arts, right?"

After Yun Ran's explanation, someone else spoke up.

"That's right. In addition to cultivation techniques and mystic arts, the language of the ancient gods has other contents. Some of them are of no use even if you can understand them, as I'm sure Manager Yun is aware."

After that person spoke, another person continued.

Then more and more people began discussing it.

Many people knew that not all ancient divine languages contained cultivation techniques or mystic arts. Some ancient divine languages were nothing more than records of information about powerful experts.

Although not completely useless, it was somewhat unfair to those who spent a lot of money to purchase them.

"Well, there is an element of gambling here. Whether you're lucky or not depends on each of your fortunes!"

Yun Ran did not refute and said directly.

These stones inscribed with the language of the ancient gods often contained only records and not techniques or arts.

However, they usually provided some helpful tips for cultivation.

So even if they did not contain techniques or arts, it was not a particularly big loss.

"Alright, let's start the auction. The starting bid for this ancient divine language is 2 million Hidden Spirit Pellets!"

Yun Ran said.

Was this price high? It was very high.

The fifth-grade formation Su Tong purchased was finally sold for 2 million.

And this stone inscribed with ancient divine language of unknown content had a starting bid of 2 million pellets.

This was enough to show how important the ancient divine language was in the Wen Tian Continent.

For cultivators, it was beneficial and harmless.

"2.5 million!"

Just as Yun Ran's words fell, someone spoke up,

directly bidding 2.5 million.

But many people were not scared by this price.

On the contrary, this was just the beginning.

"3 million!"

"3.3 million!"

"3.8 million!"

"4 million!"

After a few bids, the stone inscribed with ancient divine language had reached a price of 4 million pellets.

"As expected, the ancient divine language has a fatal allure for cultivators!"

Seeing this, Su Tong also said to himself.

He was not too interested in this ancient divine language stone.

After all, Su Tong could speak the ancient divine language fluently.

His only interest was whether the text on it was a technique or art.

It could provide some reference.

"5 million!"

At this moment, Yi Hao in front directly opened at 5 million pellets.

After all, there was no point in continuing to compete.

Sure enough, after this price of 5 million pellets was announced, those behind quieted down.

"5.1 million!"

One influential sect in Tianhu City gritted their teeth and added 100,000 pellets.

"6 million!"

But at this time, Ying Yueqing directly raised the price to 6 million.

After that, none of the smaller sects made another bid.

They could not afford 6 million pellets.

"7 million!"

But just because they could not afford it did not mean no one could. Right after Ying Yueqing spoke, Cheng Shan opened his mouth.

After a few bids, the price directly increased to 7 million pellets.

Su Tong did not bid, as spending pellets to buy this kind of thing was a bit silly in his opinion.

Of course, others did not think so.

"8 million!"

Yi Hao was not polite at all.

This was ancient divine language. If it was a technique, it could allow him to break through the Spiritual Void Realm and step into the Divine Soul Realm.

So even if it was 8 million pellets, he was still willing to pay.

"9 million pellets!"

Ying Yueqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she called out a bid.

Even for these major sects, 9 million pellets was somewhat difficult.

Hearing Ying Yueqing's price, Yi Hao hesitated for a moment before giving up.

Although the Phantom Rain Sect could afford 9 million pellets, if they spent that much, they would lack pellets to maintain some formations.

That would be detrimental to their cultivation.

Besides, they did not even know if the ancient divine language on the stone was a technique or art.

It was not worth trading 9 million pellets for the cultivation resources of Phantom Rain Sect disciples.

"Ying Ling Sect Leader bids 9 million pellets. Does anyone bid higher?"

Seeing no new bid, Yun Ran called out.

Then she said, "Many of the cultivation techniques and mystic arts we practice come from the evolution of the ancient divine language, but ultimately they are inferior to the original ancient divine language."

"If you can comprehend the ancient divine language, you may be able to break through bottlenecks and step into the Divine Soul Realm."

Yun Ran seemed to be explaining, but she was actually enticing them.

Hearing Yun Ran's words, even Ying Yueqing was helpless.

"This woman!"

Su Tong also shook his head and said.

Her words were clearly meant for Yi Hao and Cheng Shan to hear.

Apart from Ying Yueqing, they were the only two who had reached the pinnacle of the Spiritual Void Realm.

And saying this was simply to get them to bid higher.

But as an auctioneer selling goods, there was nothing wrong with saying this.

Sure enough, her words had some effect. After hearing them, Cheng Shan hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "10 million pellets!"

This price also made many people suck in a breath.

From the starting bid of 2 million, it directly auctioned to 10 million pellets.

This price surprised many people.

Only Su Tong looked at Cheng Shan as if he were an idiot.

Forget about whether Cheng Shan could understand this passage of ancient divine language, even if he could, there was a high probability that it did not record techniques or arts.

Based on Su Tong's past experience, whether techniques or arts, the ancient divine language was always just a few simple characters.

It would not have such a long passage.

"10 million, any other bids?"

Yun Ran spoke again at this time.

But this time, Yi Hao and Ying Yueqing both gave up.

In the end, with a price of 10 million pellets, the Yang E Sect won the highlight of this auction, the ancient divine language stone.

"Su Tong, you little bastard, get out here for me!"

Just as everyone was waiting for the next auction item, a voice came from the sky!

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