Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 578: Final Auction Items (3)

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Previously on Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation...
Kyrian and Gao Ziyue observed the auction of several precious items, including a spiritual sword and the blood of an Ancient Glacial Beast. Gao Ziyue astutely pointed out flaws in both items, noting their declining weapon spirit and contaminated essence, respectively. Despite these hidden defects, both items sold for exorbitant prices to eager cultivators, highlighting a tendency to overlook the essence for appearance.

Throughout all that time, however, the private room above remained completely silent. Neither Kyrian nor Gao Ziyue showed any intention of participating, their eyes calmly watching the spectacle below in stark contrast to the crowd’s excitement.

Time passed slowly, the minutes stretching into an hour. One by one, the finest treasures disappeared, each sale marking the end of another fierce competition.

Then, at last, something different happened.

Four men dressed in black carefully stepped onto the stage, their movements so perfectly synchronized that they seemed like a single entity. Each held one corner of a heavy box made of black wood, so dark that it seemed to swallow the light around it.

Spiritual runes continuously glowed around it, forming multiple layers of seals that pulsed with powerful energy.

The moment the box appeared, Gao Ziyue subtly straightened her posture. Something about that box immediately caught her attention, a magnetic pull she could not explain.

Even Kyrian noticed the change in her expression. Her eyes widened slightly, and her breathing became shallower.

The bearers carefully placed the box upon a jade platform, their movements precise and reverent. The entire hall fell into absolute silence, everyone present unconsciously holding their breath.

The auctioneer took a deep breath, her eyes shining with the importance of the moment. Then, with the utmost care, she slowly lifted the lid of the box.

At that very instant, a gentle violet light escaped through the opening, spreading like luminous mist. The light was not so intense as to dazzle the eyes, nor did it possess the overwhelming majesty of many spiritual treasures.

It was a soft, pulsating light, almost alive, like the peaceful breathing of a sleeping creature, like the heartbeat of something that had not yet been born.

The entire hall’s attention turned toward its interior, thousands of eyes fixed upon that violet radiance dancing like a cold flame.

Kyrian discreetly narrowed his eyes, his senses sharpening.

Inside the box rested a massive egg covered in violet scales, wrapped in an ancient and mysterious energy. The violet radiance slowly spread across the stage, touching every face, every expression, as though silently acknowledging each person present.

The entire hall fell silent. Thousands of eyes were fixed upon the inside of the box, and for a moment, no one moved, no one breathed.

There, resting within, was an egg. It was large, approximately the size of two adult hands placed together, its surface appearing to contain the night sky within its shell.

Its surface was covered in small, irregular scales of deep violet, so dark that in certain places they appeared black, as though light itself were being swallowed by its surface.

Between the scales, delicate golden veins stretched across the entire shell like glowing roots, pulsing slowly at steady intervals, as though following the rhythm of an invisible heart.

With every pulse, a faint wave of spiritual energy spread throughout the surroundings, a gentle vibration that touched every cultivator present, as though the egg were introducing itself, making its presence known.

It seemed as though there was a heart beating inside.

The auctioneer waited a few moments before speaking, allowing everyone to absorb the sight, to let the impact of that object settle within their minds. When she finally opened her mouth, her voice carried an uncommon respect, a reverence that went beyond mere professionalism.

"Ladies and gentlemen... the next item is, without a doubt, one of the rarest treasures our Auction House has received in recent years."

She gently extended her hand above the egg without touching it, as though blessing a sacred relic.

"A Spiritual Beast Egg... of an unknown bloodline."

Murmurs immediately spread through the hall, a wave of speculation sweeping across the audience.

"An unknown bloodline?"

"Even the appraisers couldn’t identify it?"

"How is that possible, with all the experts the Auction House has?"

The woman gave a slight nod, confirming the crowd’s disbelief.

"We employed numerous specialists in spiritual beasts to identify its origin. We also invited three Beast Taming Masters and two scholars of ancient spiritual bloodlines. Each of them spent days examining the egg, using every technique at their disposal."

She paused briefly, allowing the suspense to build.

"None of them were able to determine its species."

The entire hall became even quieter, disbelief gradually giving way to reverent respect.

The auctioneer continued, her voice maintaining its solemn tone.

"However..." She smiled faintly, a smile that promised more.

"They all reached the same conclusion."

Her hand gestured toward the egg, inviting everyone to look.

"The purity of the bloodline contained within is extraordinary. Not merely rare—it is of a quality that is seldom seen among modern spiritual beasts."

A small spiritual formation activated above the box, illuminating the air with glowing symbols representing the appraisal’s results. Complex diagrams floated in the air, displaying measurements of bloodline purity, potential, and affinity.

"According to our calculations, the creature that hatches from this egg possesses enough potential to surpass the Spiritual Fusion Realm."

This time, the reaction was far greater. A genuine wave of shock swept through the crowd, and numerous cultivators rose from their seats, their eyes wide with astonishment and greed.

Even several occupants of the VIP rooms stepped closer to the glass for a better look, their faces pressed against the transparent surface.

A spiritual beast with such potential was enough to protect a great family for generations, enough to change the balance of power across an entire region.

It was the kind of treasure capable of transforming a minor clan into a great power or elevating an already established power to unimaginable heights.

Inside the Sky Family’s private room, Gao Ziyue remained completely motionless. Her eyes were fixed upon the egg, hypnotized by its violet radiance. She did not even blink, as though afraid that the slightest movement might break the spell.

Kyrian discreetly turned his gaze toward her, observing her reaction with quiet curiosity. He noticed something different about her, something that had been absent throughout the entire auction.

From the very beginning, Gao Ziyue had calmly commented on every treasure, pointing out flaws, advantages, or exaggerated prices with the confidence of someone who truly understood their worth.

Now, however, she simply stared, as though listening to something invisible, as though there were a silent connection between her and that tiny being that had not even been born yet.

"Interested?" His question gently broke the silence, spoken so softly that it did not startle her.