"This, esteemed guests, is the Heavenly Lightning Rock — a peak heaven-grade ore!" the auctioneer's voice rang clear, her excitement almost electric.
"Though it has not yet reached the immortal grade, if refined properly, its power rivals may even the lowest-tier immortal ores. And, if you are fortunate enough to find a master blacksmith then one might even forge the greatest weapon below the immortal rank itself!"
Her words sent a thrill through the hall. With a dramatic gesture, she unveiled the ore. The curtains of spiritual light shimmered away, revealing the treasure.
A deep black stone floated above the stage, arcs of blue lightning crawling across its surface. Every crackle of light carried pressure and power that made the air tremble.
Even through the auction's protective barrier, the oppressive energy was palpable. The air buzzed; cultivators' robes fluttered as if stirred by an unseen storm.
"Really pulling this thing out, huh…" someone muttered below.
