The Phoenix-Crested Chamber—soaring above a lattice of molten golden roots that pulsed like a living heart—was unlike any market Su Chen had ever seen. It wasn't built. It grew.
Hollowed from the petrified core of a god-tier phoenix that had combusted during the last Epoch War, the auction site floated on a fragment of reality surrounded by wormholes, spiritual tides, and guardian beast spirits.
The Eternal Auction had begun.
A thousand ships—each carrying rulers, tyrants, and trade sovereigns—were docked in orbit around the sacred auction spire. Only those with valid Legacy Credentials could pass through the Guardian's Gate.
Su Chen approached the glowing vortex at the base of the spire, his ship Ebon Meridian gliding forward like a predator amongst prey.
Inside, his team was assembled.
