The truth was just as he had expected. After Iron Hammer's words, the auction hall discussed for a long time. When Iron Hammer said eight billion three times, someone finally made a bid.
This bid came from the faction in box 91. Although no one knew which civilization it came from, it was definitely an overlord of the myriad realms or an ancient civilization.
"Box 91 has bid eight billion five hundred million. Is there anyone else who has made a higher bid?"
Iron Hammer said. "This kind of opportunity can only be encountered by chance. After all, the developer spent 100,000 years polishing it. As long as you have enough materials and find the Celestial Craftsmen Race, it won't be a problem to create it!"
"The Mysterious Underworld Race bids ten billion!" The Mysterious Underworld Race's booming voice was heard.
A bid of 1.5 billion was very shocking. Many civilizations in the myriad realms wouldn't be able to accumulate so many sacred purple-gold coins even after decades or centuries.
However, Su Yuhan broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that a vicious cycle had already begun. It would have been better if the Mysterious Underworld Race hadn't bid. The more they bid, the more precious this item was. This made all the civilizations feel that the Mysterious Underworld Race was starting to get anxious.
"They actually revealed their identity. Looks like the auction hall wasn't lying."
"The Mysterious Underworld Race's research ability is the best in the myriad realms. Even the Celestial Craftsmen Race needs to find the Mysterious Underworld Race to research it. If we get it …"
"Ten billion five hundred million …"
"Eleven billion …"
"Thirteen billion …"
"Fifteen billion …"
The various large factions started to scheme and the bidding became more and more intense. The price rose from ten billion to fifteen billion.
The sounds of bidding rose and fell. The cultivators present were flabbergasted. This was the first time they had seen such intense competition. Furthermore, the price had risen to an unimaginable level.
In the box, Su Yuhan was breaking out in cold sweat.
"What do you think the final price will be?" Ye Tianze was expressionless, as this was all within his expectations.
Everyone thought that the Void Race had put it up for auction. However, it was actually Luo Yunyang who had put it up for auction. He couldn't bid.
Su Yuhan turned his head and smiled bitterly. "At least 30 billion. How can the Mysterious Underworld Race get it back if they don't bleed?"
"Thirty billion?" Ye Tianze chuckled. "Is the Desolate Heaven Armor that the Mysterious Underworld Race forged over 100,000 years only worth 30 billion?"
Su Yuhan gulped and said, "The Mysterious Underworld Race isn't without backup. 30 billion is the limit they can afford."
"Do you really think that the Mysterious Underworld Race's limit is 30 billion?"
Ye Tianze chuckled. "Furthermore, don't you think that letting the Mysterious Underworld Race take back the Jade Slips for 30 billion is letting them off too easily?"
Su Yuhan reacted quickly this time and quickly understood what he meant. "You want me to make a bid?"
"Didn't you want to clear your name of the Void Race? Now, all the cultivators know that room 73 belongs to the Void Tribe. If you take action, you can clear most of the suspicion. "
Ye Tianze smiled and said, "I'm doing this for your own good."
Su Yuhan fell silent. However, he was cursing Ye Tianze's ancestors in his heart. How could he say that he was doing this for his own good after tricking him? Furthermore, even though this would clear a portion of the suspicion, the Mysterious Underworld Race would still have to spend a lot of money.
Most importantly, this matter had arisen because of the Void Race. The Mysterious Underworld Race naturally wouldn't hate Ye Tianze the most. The Void Race would still bear the brunt of their hatred.
"How much do you want to earn?" Su Yuhan asked.
"At least 60 billion!" Ye Tianze said. "Add on to this price."
"Are you trying to scam the Mysterious Underworld Race or the Void Race? What if the Mysterious Underworld Race doesn't want it anymore?" Su Yuhan felt that this was a little too much.
60 billion Sacred Purple Gold was enough to forge a lot of Desolate Heaven Armor. No matter how expensive it was, it couldn't possibly be 100 million per set, right?
"No, the Mysterious Underworld Race will definitely add on."
Ye Tianze said firmly. "First of all, the Mysterious Underworld Race spent 100,000 years to forge the Desolate Heaven Armor. Not only did it take time, but it also took a lot of manpower and resources. If the Primordial Jade Slips of the armor were leaked and it was deciphered, all the manpower and resources spent by the Mysterious Underworld Race over the past 100,000 years would have been wasted!"
Su Yuhan naturally understood what he meant. In the past 100,000 years, the Mysterious Underworld Race had probably spent more than 60 billion Sacred Purple Gold just to develop the Desolate Heaven Armor. It might have even been more than 100 billion Sacred Purple Gold. If converted to immortal-grade purple gold, that would be 10 times the amount.
If the manpower and resources were taken into account, the cost would be doubled. The Mysterious Underworld Race wouldn't be worried if only a set of armor was leaked.
After all, the possibility of deciphering the secrets within a set of armor was very low.
However, the original jade slip was different. All of the structures and even how the formation patterns were arranged were clearly shown in the jade slip.
Simply put, if the Mysterious Underworld Race didn't retrieve the Primordial Jade Slips, it might be deciphered. If it was deciphered, the Mysterious Underworld Race would have to abandon it.
If they didn't abandon it and asked the Heavenly Craftsmen Race to forge it, the more they forged, the greater their losses would be.
After understanding this, Su Yuhan understood why Ye Tianze was so certain. The Mysterious Underworld Race couldn't afford to lose!
This was also related to the Mysterious Underworld Race's great undertaking of advancing into the heavens. The Desolate Heaven Armor was a strategic weapon forged for the Mysterious Underworld Race to advance into the heavens.
Su Yuhan stood up, gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely make the Mysterious Underworld Race bleed profusely!"
With that, he left without looking back. Ye Tianze smiled when he saw Luo Yunyang gritting his teeth. The higher the auction price, the more he would earn.
"This way, the Desolate Race will have the capital to forge the Desolate Heaven Armor," Ye Tianze thought to himself.
This wasn't a bad deal. The Jade Slips of the armor belonged to the Mysterious Underworld Race and the Mysterious Underworld Race had paid for it. Ye Tianze even felt that even if the Mysterious Underworld Race's armor was slightly slower than the Mysterious Underworld Race's, it definitely wouldn't be that much slower.
At the moment, he was already looking forward to the Desolate Race's expressions when the Mysterious Underworld Race invaded the Desolate Territory for the third time.
Why the third time?
This was because Ye Tianze felt that as long as he blocked the Limitless Path powerhouses of the allied army during the second time, the allied army wouldn't be far from defeat.
The third time, when the Mysterious Underworld Race started to pay attention to the Desolate Race and sent out powerhouses from their headquarters, the Desolate Race wouldn't be any weaker than the Mysterious Underworld Race in terms of top-notch combat power or equipment.
This way, the Desolate Race would occupy the Desolate Territory at a high price and become a civilization. This was practically set in stone.
By the time Su Yuhan returned to the private room, the price had already risen to 20 billion.
The group of subordinates couldn't make up their minds. When they saw Su Yuhan return, they asked, "My Lord, the price has reached 20 billion. I can see the end. Should we add more fuel to the fire?"
Su Yuhan smiled bitterly. He couldn't tell them the actual situation, so he said, "How can 20 billion be the end? Let's wait a little longer."
His subordinates were confused, but they could only listen to his orders. Su Yuhan was the highest decision maker of the Void Race here.
"30 billion! My Lord, you really have god-like foresight!" After a long time, the price rose to 30 billion.
Su Yuhan could only smile bitterly when he heard their flattery. Even if the price rose to 100 billion, it had nothing to do with them. Furthermore, the more the Mysterious Underworld Race spent, the greater their hatred for the Void Race would become.
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