Chapter 1270: A Small Gift from the Mysterious Merchant Guild

Chapter 1270: A Mysterious Guild's Little Gift

Having said that,

Zhou Zhou snorted coldly.

"Hmph!"

To others, this mere snort seemed ordinary. But to Kid, it rang like thunder from the heavens—crashing directly into him, splitting his eyes and ears, bleeding them both to the point of ruin.

Golden drops of blood seeped from his eyes and ears, a sight utterly horrifying.

"Ah!!"

Kid screamed in agony, collapsing uncontrollably to the ground, writhing and rolling helplessly, his body wracked with pain.

"Kid?!"

Asprilla, who had remained calm and composed until now, finally lost her composure.

He immediately reached out to lift Kid up, but in agony, Kid lost control of his divine power and flung him aside, nearly causing the supreme deity to stumble.

"What happened to you?"

Aspilira dared not approach, and instead stood still, voice trembling as he spoke the question.

Yet Kid was only moaning to ease the pain in his spirit, utterly unable to answer Aspilira's query.

Seeing this, Aspilira's expression darkened. He drew forth a purple card.

On its surface, a complex array of intricate purple patterns formed a vertical purple pupil—mysterious, regal.

"Card of Fate—The Observer's Eye!"

He whispered it, then hurled the card into the air.

Instantly, the card soared upward, hovering above Kid’s head, radiating waves of pulsing purple light that bathed his form.

Seconds passed.

The purple card returned to Aspirilla's hands, and with it, He also sensed what had befallen Kid.

"Kid's will has been wounded."

Aspirilla's face darkened.

At their level of existence, they had begun to grasp the truth: the soul was not the core of life; only the will was the true essence of a living being.

Thus, injuries to the soul were easily healed.

But when the will was damaged, recovery demanded immense time and resources—and even then, it could not be guaranteed.

Even if it did heal, lingering side effects might remain.

Such as becoming foolish, emotionally stagnant, mentally impaired, speaking incoherently, or losing control over their body.

These conditions typically only appeared in ancient, aged beings.

Yet if the will of the deities is wounded, there is a very high likelihood that the same or similar symptoms will manifest.

The deities are beings above all else!

How could they accept the idea of transforming into such a state?

Thus, the psychological trauma inflicted upon deities whose wills have been wounded often surpasses the visible injuries they appear to suffer.

"Who dares strike at our members of the Fate Guild during the mysterious auction?"

A question arose within His mind.

Soon, a tentative answer emerged—something He was not entirely certain about.

Could Kid have been wounded by the Will Power of the Celestial Sovereign of the Worldly Realm?

Yet how could that be possible?

According to the intelligence gathered by them, although the Celestial Sovereign of the Worldly Realm had gained a formidable reputation across the myriad realms, in truth, He was merely a deity falling short of true divinity.

How could He possibly wield the power of will, and even manage to wound Kidd, who had likewise comprehended the realm of will as light?

It was simply impossible for a deity who wasn't even a true god to possess a force of will mightier than that of a subordinate god under a master deity.

Yet, after a long and heavy silence, He was forced to admit that this single, seemingly absurd conclusion was the only one that drew close to the truth.

"Not yet a true god... yet He has grasped the power of will, and can even use it to gravely wound a master deity who has mastered the very same power..."

"This Sovereign of All Living Things truly deserves His title as an innate sovereign, personally enfeoffed by the Supreme Will."

"Frightening indeed!"

As these thoughts settled, Asprilla glanced at Kidd, who was still howling in a mad frenzy, and shook His head, abandoning any notion of intervening.

He had warned the fool in advance not to provoke that Sovereign, yet the fellow had headworthily courted death anyway.

To come to such an end now could only be called a self-inflicted disaster.

Though they, the members of the Destiny Tarot Association, were covertly dubbed the Zealots of Destiny by the gods of the outside world.

But madness doesn't mean they're stupid.

On the contrary, most of those who dare to play with fate are exceptionally intelligent.

This Kid? One can only say that his obsession with wielding the power of fate has made him a little too lofty.

He dares to provoke beings he should never have approached.

Aspirilla no longer dwells on it; his attention returns fully to the auction.

As for Kid?

He casually sets up an acoustic barrier, silencing the sound that had begun to irritate him.

...

Meanwhile.

After giving the other a minor lesson, Zhou Zhao appears outwardly calm, yet within, a flicker of surprise stirs.

My mythic eyes—my own mythic eyes—had truly pierced through his booth, directly revealing who that brazen creature was.

Strange.

According to logic, my mythic eyes, though possessing the unique mastery of the Mythic Sovereign, were still capped at the level of Supreme God. Normally, they should not have been able to penetrate his booth at all.

How had I managed to see through it just now?

Was it because I followed the path of a Sovereign, and due to the uniqueness of that path, I could finally see through?

Or was it because the Mysterious Trading Guild sensed the disturbance here, and, recognizing my identity and other peculiarities, had willingly opened the door for me to see through, not only revealing the truth but also delivering a lesson to that rogue?

Or perhaps both factors combined?

Zhou Zhou’s mind flashed with countless thoughts.

And as he pondered, suddenly—

The auction had officially begun.

Zhou Zhou, seeing this, had no choice but to set aside his thoughts and focus entirely on the auction before him.

On the auction stage,

a female chief deity from the Angelic race stood there.

Her skin was pale, her features exquisite, her eyes blazing with crimson and gold—a beauty so commanding it seemed to defy any intrusion. Yet her expression was gentle, her speech soft and tender, yet her voice carried clearly and powerfully through every private alcove.

Zhou Zhou gazed upon her, marveling silently.

To have a chief deity serve as auctioneer.

Across the infinite realms, surely only the most elite forces—like the enigmatic Trade Guild—could afford such a spectacle.

At that moment,

the female chief deity from the Angelic race spoke.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the 156th Mysterious Auction, hosted by the Enigmatic Guild."

"I am the auctioneer for this event—Xiao Xi."

"From this point forward, I shall be conducting the auction."

"This auction supports the sale of divine crystals, or alternatively, items may be exchanged for one another."

"All auctioned items, as well as the treasures used in barter exchanges, will be personally inspected by our Guild’s chief appraiser, ensuring no counterfeit goods will be presented. Please, guests, feel free to trust us completely."

"Before we begin the actual auction, Xiao Xi would like to share one thing."

"Originally, this Mysterious Auction was scheduled to take place much earlier."

"But midway through, our Enigmatic Guild discovered a batch of new, exceptional items suitable for this year’s auction. To ensure this event reaches its full potential, we have decided to postpone it voluntarily."

"To express our sincere apologies, before the first item is unveiled, the Enigmatic Guild will present each of you with a small token—a gesture of our deepest regret."

With that,

Xiao Xi clapped his hands.

The next instant.

Before every deity present at the auction—including Zhou Zhou—a palm-sized circular object appeared in front of them.