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Immortal Journey Of The Wu Clan's Twin Dragons

Does the death of billions of people even have any meaning to it? It's like once the number passes a certain threshold we humans are unable to imagine the severity such a scale entails. The once prosperous Immortal Domain witnessed its destruction due to an unknown disaster. A disaster that wiped out 2/3 of its entire population in mere hours. Billions, no, even trillions of lives might have been lost. After the Immortal Domain's Destruction, it was split into the Fragmented Lower Realms and the High Heavens known as the Upper Realm. However, all was not lost. From the flickering embers of life that remained, and after countless years, an Era that would eventually be known as the Resurgence Era was starting to show its first signs of brilliance. These first sparks were located in a Fragmented Realm called the Wither Daemon Realm, in which there was a planet named Daiyu. On this planet, heavenly prodigies that were born with one of the thirty rare Legendary Physiques were starting to pop up like common weeds. Longwei, a loudmouth and arrogant brat was born into the Wu Clan while possessing the third-rank Legendary Physique, the Dao Physique. He was also known as one of the six monster-level geniuses on planet Daiyu. His brother Longmin, his opposite, a quiet and reserved boy, though was an equally terrifying genius in his own right, had faded into obscurity since his birth and was estranged by their father after a certain catastrophic incident. This story is the supposed legends of two dragons, who through a journey of bloodshed and betrayal, led their clan to unify the Immortal Domain and stand above Demons and Gods as powerful existences. This is the Immortal Journey of the Wu Clan's Twin Dragons. ** Other novels: The Founder Of Qi Cultivation Reincarnates, The Growth OF A TiTan Patreon: www.patreon.com/TSETH

TSETTH · 玄幻
分數不夠
99 Chs

Chapter 91- Paying A Fortune To Smell The Scent Of A Ten Thousand-Year-Old Rotting Corpse

“Sixty million mid-grade Spirit Stones!!”

Bao’s frustrated voice echoed across the deathly silent Auction House. Looking at his face one could see that it was extremely red, and it seemed as if his chest was about to burst from how hard he was breathing.

Everyone became dumbfounded when they heard such an absurd number of Spirit Stones. All eyes stared at the booth Zen Chi was in wondering if he would continue to bid, but only silence permeated the Auction House.

Old man Fen's voice then spoke up, “Sixty million mid-grade Spirit Stones going once!… Sixty million mid-grade Spirit Stones going twice!… does anyone want to bid any higher?”

When the crowd below heard old man Fen's question, they were looking at him as if he had grown two more heads.

Seeing the crowd's gaze directed to him, old man Fen chuckled to himself.