｛Starshine Dreamscape of the Lost Illusion Company has activated the broadcasting authority for target clients in the Moon Realm.｝

So it begins already? These people’s organizational efficiency is truly impressive. But it’s not surprising, as when encountered with a sneak attack last time, the company’s two Red and White Lead Supervisors responded just as swiftly, assembling an emergency plan group to deal with the crisis.

Countless blurred voices of thought resonated within Yang Zicang’s mind.

｛Sir Sinking of March has received the invitation.｝

｛Viscount Newgrave of February has joined the Super A-grade auction.｝

｛Marquis Ashen Scar of the border has joined this auction.｝

｛July·Bone China Viscount has joined this auction.｝

｛May·Elderly Knight Ser is closely watching the progress of the auction…｝

｛Sir Dead Sea, representative of Mist Ocean Trade, February·Jia Yan, has joined this auction.｝

｛April…｝

—{Sir Dead Sea declares that the merchant’s distributor is the cultivator of this Psionic Will, and Mist Ocean Trade holds the right of first refusal. }

The crisp voice that rang out momentarily hushed the faint murmurings of countless indistinct discussions, only for them to grow a bit noisier—clearly, some were displeased with such an occurrence.

But this was unavoidable. As a result, most of those who had joined the auction quickly regained their composure.

“Why can’t I hear clearly?” Yang Zicang asked instinctively.

For him, since Wu Zheng could now have this opportunity for a “resurgence” in such a form, he was already considered a true humanoid being. Naturally, Yang Zicang was even more concerned about what would become of him next.

{Mm, as the cultivator, you are entitled to listen in. Moreover, since someone holds a long-term contract with you, they unquestionably have the right of first refusal. }

As the voice fell, in an instant, Yang Zicang felt countless voices of consciousness crystal clear within his heart. Vaguely, a palace seemed to form before him, and countless hazy figures with different twisted silhouettes around them all turned to look in his direction in this virtual venue.

Wu Zheng’s ethereal gaze shifted gradually, bit by bit, as if he too could sense these suddenly appearing phantoms.

——{So you’re the cultivator of this super-grade Psionic Will. Ah, and you’ve even replicated something akin to our Moon Realm right here. }

——{Look here, I can still feel that this Holy Will contains at least two portions of “Ancient Gold.” Good heavens… Did you do this, young man? }

The crowd’s murmuring buzzed around them. Their languages were incomprehensible on the surface, clearly divided into many kinds. Yet, just like those elite warriors encountered in the Old Fate Trajectory, despite not knowing the words themselves, their meanings naturally settled into the listeners’ minds. Whether it was the power of Lost Illusion Company, or whether these beings had reached such a height that any language could convey True Speech—they could all understand.

“Greetings, all.“

Yang Zicang glanced at his own body and realized that in this misty illusion, he too appeared indistinct like these figures, and even his voice had shifted into a different timbre.

“May I ask, what does this term ‘Ancient Gold’ mean?“

The buzzing discussions around them fell suddenly silent. At the very front, the figure transformed from Huan Baor raised a hand to his forehead, almost as if facepalming.

——{Hahaha, colleagues of Starlight Mirage, now I finally understand why such an excellent employee would quit. }

The voice from Black Water Mirage rang out in the venue.

Huan Bao’er snapped angrily, {Shut up! }

——{When things have come to this point, you clearly have a cadre-level figure within the Holy Psychokinesis Field, yet you haven’t even informed them of what “Ancient Gold ” is? Staying in a company like this is indeed meaningless. }

Huan Bao’er said even more angrily: {That’s because our company’s cadre is a newcomer; he only just advanced to the Quadrangle rank. Telling him about “Ancient Gold ” at this time might unsettle his mind and spirit. }

This… Yang Zicang felt somewhat confused. Why had they started arguing over his question? Yet not a single person seemed inclined to tell him. Many of the big shots from the Moon Realm were watching their quarrel as if it were a spectacle.

{Please wait a moment. } At that point, a figure with a towering, somber presence, seemingly two stories high, finally spoke up in the venue.

{My child just told me that information regarding Ancient Gold has already been incorporated as a promise into this gentleman’s long-term contract. Sir, who speaks out against injustice, you need not worry—this child will soon gain knowledge on the subject. }

With those words, the people around nodded in agreement. But in the next second, some among them—especially the “Sir Dead Sea ” of that Old Mist Trading Company—spoke out in a stern voice:

“Please wait, sir, do you mean that your child has also signed a long-term contract with him? “

Yang Zicang immediately recognized who this gentleman was.

Huh…

Taming Qi that bastard once proudly told him that his father was some kind of knight in the lunar realm.

“That’s right! ” The towering figure of the dark being declared, “Therefore, Sir Dead February Sea, I must also solemnly announce that our Lorki family has the priority purchase right! “

Marquis Loky turned his illusory head to look in the direction of Yang Zicang.

“Dear sir, first of all, I would like to thank you for taking care of my child. As a distributor of the first layer of the lunar realm, we indeed tend to have beneficial life experiences snatched away by others due to our innate geographical limitations. But please rest assured that our family cherishes every long-term contract, and it will continue to bring you substantial benefits. So, I look forward to seeing you cash in on the long-term contract soon. “

“There’s no need for that kind of talk now, sir. ” Sir Dead Sea flickered in the dense crowd and appeared nearby, saying,

“Oh sir, the aura field even now has already demonstrated your extraordinary power and luck. So you should understand how important it is to have a psionic will belong to a powerful lunar faction in this world. Please let this psionic will, whose energy level has already surpassed A-grade, join our faction and ascend to the second layer of the lunar realm. “

The people around all watched. Huan Bao’er appeared quite natural, as if not infuriated by the potential direct transaction, after all, she had just paid over two million virtual-zero temporal sequences.

Yang Zicang thought that such a direct transaction should also allow the Starlight Illusion Realm to take a commission.

“What is your offer? “

{Moonlight, of course. But not just moonlight—there are also double-colored cotton threads. }

Marquis Loki said from the other side:

{The Second Layer’s moonlight, even with double-colored cotton threads, is barely better than our First Layer’s single color. Sir, let this one come to our First Layer of the Moon Realm. For this transaction, I can make the decision on my son’s behalf and count it as ten shares of Radiance for you. }

• ｛Distributor Loki·Tata Mingqi indicates a “nod. “｝
• ｛Distributor Tata Mingqi indicates a “yawn. “｝

The auction participants witnessing this took the opportunity to sense the aura emanating from Wu Zheng and assessed him.

• ｛Distributor May·Valkyrie radiates regret.｝
• ｛Distributor Valkyrie indicates raising the special event acquisition price by 1500% and begins formulating a message.｝
• ｛Valkyrie left a message for me: Please consider selling this refined will to me. The place where I am needs such an outstanding warrior more. My faction can also provide him with various resources, and he will have great scope for his abilities. Let him come to my place—I’ll calculate it as 150,000 five-colored moonlight for you.｝

150,000… That is roughly the standard selling price of fifteen shares of “Brilliant Light. “

If judged solely from my own perspective, it’s essentially just a “premium acquisition ” of around ten portions of standard price. But this is Moonlight from the Fifth Layer of the Lunar Realm. Moreover, they’ve promised Wu Zheng generous treatment as well.

Madam Fujian had always left a very good impression on Yang Zicang. She generally refrained from interfering with his decisions but always offered timely advice at critical moments—especially on several occasions when she didn’t hesitate to use “messages ” to warn him what to avoid or how to proceed more effectively.

For a wage earner like Di An drifting through the misty seas, Madam Fujian undoubtedly commanded far higher “status, ” giving the impression of a CEO or a faction leader.

{Hey, you’ve all been talking—how about we get back to the auction? }

{That’s right, let’s enter the bidding phase and show us more detailed info on this Super A-Grade will already! }

Yang Zicang immediately sensed ulterior motives hidden within some of those voices.

“Hold on—won’t showing it directly like that reveal all of Wu Zheng’s information? The Lunar Realm isn’t exactly a peaceful place, is it! “

{You needn’t worry about targeted trouble. The so-called “displaying ” is… let me think… from your skin tone and expressions, if I use the term ‘bone structure,’ you should understand, right? }

{That’s right. Let’s all bid openly straight up—no more faffing playing favorites. }

{Come on, show us what kind of power a Psionic Will above A-Grade holds! }

Mind-waves demanding an “auction demonstration ” rose and fell one after another, quickly becoming the dominant sentiment.

This means Wu Zheng’s spiritual core will be briefly exposed to the perception of many powerful beings, subjected to their scrutiny and evaluation.

Risk and opportunity exist side by side.

Huan Bao’er fell into a brief silence, as if making some preparations. Yang Zicang’s heart also tightened. He looked at Wu Zheng—was he really going to let him find his own new归宿 among the crowd at the auction? But there was always a feeling that he was packaging and selling off a friend and disciple who trusted him, even an adopted son.

{展示准备完毕。 }

幻保儿的声音终于再次响起。

{But it is limited to the display of the core Resonance Wave, with a duration of one breath. Starlight Illusion Realm will ensure its stability and safety. Please prepare yourselves for perception, as it will contain a small portion of the “published ” experiences worthy of this will. }

As the voice fell, the atmosphere in the venue immediately became quiet and solemn, while also spreading a sense of anticipation.

It was as if an invisible switch had been flipped.

Hum——

Ripples of vibration rippled across Wu Zheng’s body, accompanied by a hazy glow, where the faint radiance/thing converged into a fuzzy “point ” in front of his chest—it flared up into light.

Yang Zicang’s eyes widened instantly.

An aura poured out—imposing as primordial mountains and bearing the vast desolation of time flowing away. Yang Zicang felt as if his own heart was clenched by a giant, invisible hand, its beating almost stopping.

It seemed as if he could see caked dust from eons of layered time.

In the midst of countless repeated whispers, that figure shot forward like an endless arrow, piercing through the long ages, marching steadfastly from the ancient past of hundreds of thousands of years ago straight to the present!

{Whoa! }

The crowd erupted upon sensing this will.

{Good heavens, an unbelievable span of time… How could it be so long! }

{This is a length of time that no single layer of the Moon Realm Continent could ever reach… }

Gasps and thoughts of disbelief instantly filled the venue.

Even the towering figure of Marquis Locke swayed violently: {I was delusional. A mere one hundred thousand Moonlight really is unworthy of this pure Psionic Will. }

The murmurings of the crowd gradually grew clearer.

{Unbelievable. With a heart as simple as that, he’s come all the way to the present! }

{Sigh… I withdraw from the bidding. If my organization had a warrior with such an iron will, I’m afraid the Emperor would grow suspicious of me. }

{I want him! A strong warrior so tenacious and loyal should come to my territory! }

Sir Dead Sea studied him in astonishment, then felt the traces on the surrounding ground, and exclaimed:

{I bid one million Moonlight and a corresponding quantity of cotton thread, sir. You must understand what this amount means! }

Someone gasped:

{Such a huge amount of two-color cotton thread is bound to cause inflation. }

But soon, voices of ridicule appeared. Lacking the magnanimous tone of Mirage Corporate exchanges, one person sneered:

{What’s the use of going to the first three layers of the Moon Realm? Like that one just said, even an excellent warrior would only be resented by the lords there! }

{Well said, come to our fourth layer of the Moon Realm. He could soon become the general of a skeletal legion—wouldn’t that be splendid? }

{Come to us! I’ll assign him a centurion guard as his personal retinue. }

But the price offered by the next distinguished individual made everyone turn their heads:

{I possess an ancient ritual altar from the Soul Hall, one that can fuse into him the precious “Desolate Dragon ” bloodline, already lost from this world. }

“Desolate Dragon bloodline… ” Yang Zicang listened to the astonished murmurs around him.

{I possess three thousand miles of territory, } a illusory figure, seemingly clothed in finery, stepped forward: {If he comes to me, he can guard one of our borders and will receive countless treasures… }

{I offer eight hundred thousand fourth-layer moonlight, along with four-color cotton thread capable of holding a million wisps of moonlight. You can use these threads to exchange for moonlight from other layers of the Moon Realm you desire. }

{I can match those terms, and I’m from the sixth layer. Conditions here are harsher, but his will would demonstrate a higher value. }

{Speaking of which, } suddenly a figure wrapped in a blurry haze of crimson light stood up from the edge of the venue.

As it took its strides, the surroundings naturally parted to create a path.

{As a Fifth-Rank Lord of the Eighth Layer of the Moon Realm, I can also pay eight hundred thousand Moonlight. Plus an extra hundred thousand—no, make it three hundred thousand strands of Eight-Color Cotton—enough for you to grant a second person’s Bloodline Resonance Statue one or two responses from the Eighth Soul Hall. }

Even though its eyes were illusory, they still emanated an aura that instinctively made others want to cower and yield.

{It’s the same eight hundred thousand Moonlight. Comparing it to what those on the Fourth or Fifth Floor can afford is like measuring a silk bundle against a heap of straw and gold. You know what it’s truly worth. }

The auras of everyone present instantly seemed to shrink by several grades, as if lowering themselves to a lesser plane.

Yang Zicang could sense the lack of aura and resolve around him; many people already looked as if they were about to give up.

{Eight hundred thousand… Eighth Layer Moonlight… } Huan Bao’er murmured the words, then suddenly raised her voice, shouting loudly:

{Xiao Zang, although obtaining a response from the Seventh Soul Hall for your bloodline already allows you to perfectly wield all the abilities of that Blood-line Circuit, if you secure a response from the Eighth Soul Hall instead, the power intensity contained within that Blood-line Circuit will increase by a full ten percent! }

Yang Zicang was instantly blasted by shock upon hearing this!

So this was it—the true power contained within the Blood-line Circuits comes and is amplified by responses from each layer of the Moon Realm’s Soul Hall!

“Does this mean eight hundred thousand Moonlight is enough for my Bloodline Resonance Statue to get a response from the Eighth Soul Hall for all five of my Five-Ring Bloodlines? “

{If luck is on your side, you might even gain a response from the Ninth Soul Hall standing right beside it. }

Yang Zicang sucked in a breath of cold air. Even as slow-witted as he was, he now understood just how valuable this thing was.

The faint opportunity for a response from the Ninth Hall of the Soul…

A trace of resolute determination appeared on his face. Yang Zicang raised his head, solemnly performed a bow, and said:

“I’m sorry, but I refuse. “