Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

As soon as the old man appeared and said this, some people immediately recognized him, including the one who had earlier claimed to know that voice.

"I remember now, this person is the... president of the Formation Masters Association of the Zhenfang Dynasty!"

"Silvo, now I understand why he dared to compete with His Highness. This is the greatest formation master in the entire dynasty!"

"First, the young master of one of the four major sects appeared, then the legendary Eighth Prince, and now even the president of the Formation Masters Association has personally shown up!"

"This auction has really gathered so many important figures."

"Wait a moment... if even the Eighth Prince and the president of the Formation Masters Association are competing for this stone, could it be that they know what it is?"

Liu Yiyang, who had just left the private room, had his eyes fixed on the stone with incredible intensity.

Even with his calm temperament, developed over hundreds of years in a position of power, he couldn't avoid showing a look of ecstasy.

Although he couldn't decipher the mysterious formations on the stone, he felt that if he could acquire it for study, his chances of becoming an eighth-level formation master would be incredibly high.

Currently, Liu Yiyang was a formation master at the peak of the seventh level; just this fact alone placed him among the best formation masters in the entire eastern region.

Being promoted and becoming an eighth-level formation master would not only elevate his status throughout the entire eastern region but would likely make him the only eighth-level formation master in the entire eastern region.

Because an eighth-level formation master would have the ability to create formations that rivaled the power of the Saint King realm.

After being promoted, even the Saint Lord of a sacred land might invite him as an honored guest.

With these thoughts, Liu Yiyang could barely contain his excitement. He was so absorbed in the possibility of becoming an eighth-level formation master that he didn't mind offending Song Yang.

After all, reaching this level would mean that his status had peaked in the eastern region, and even the emperor would need to be cautious in his presence.

Moreover, the most important part is that if he were promoted to an eighth-level formation master, his spirit would be sublimated, significantly increasing his chances of comprehending a sacred law and becoming a Saint!

Remaining at the peak of the Royal Realm was the greatest loss of Liu Yiyang's life. If he didn't advance to Saint, his lifespan would practically be exhausted within a few decades.

While thinking about the benefits of acquiring the stone, he glanced in a certain direction and thought with a slight smile: 'Seems like you managed to make me owe you a favor.'

While he was lost in thought, Song Yang's somewhat irritated voice rang out:

"Give you face? Old man, do you really think I'm afraid of your identity as the president of the Formation Masters Association?

"1 million high-grade spirit stones!"

In his private room, Song Yang felt a bit irritated upon hearing the old man demand that he give him face and withdraw from the auction.

After hearing the murmurs around him, he finally discovered the old man's identity: the president of the Formation Masters Association.

Song Yang hadn't recognized him earlier because the original body was just a prince of little influence, who didn't involve himself much in the dynasty's affairs.

Although the two hadn't had many interactions, the original body knew very well who Liu Yiyang was.

After all, who wouldn't know the name of Liu Yiyang, the greatest formation master in the dynasty and one of the most influential figures in the entire dynasty?

But the question was: Would Song Yang fear him?

Hearing this bid that increased tenfold, the spectators were not surprised.

After all, the previous item, a pseudo-sacred weapon, was auctioned for 24 million high-grade spirit stones.

The reason they were so surprised by the earlier price was that they thought this stone was just a useless rock.

But now that they saw the Eighth Prince and Liu Yiyang competing, they immediately realized that they were just frogs at the bottom of a well, and their cultivation probably wasn't high enough to uncover the mysteries of this stone!

Sure enough, in the next moment, Liu Yiyang's voice rang out again:

"I offer 15 million high-grade spirit stones."

In the next instant, Song Yang's voice resounded.

"30 million high-grade spirit stones."

"I offer 35 million high-grade spirit stones."

"70 million high-grade spirit stones!"

"I offer 75 million high-grade spirit stones!"

"300 million high-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this bid, Liu Yiyang couldn't help but feel like spitting blood and roaring in a somewhat threatening voice: "Your Highness, are you really going to deny me this little bit of face?"

Although he could shell out more than 350 million high-grade spirit stones to buy this stone, it would surely make him suffer slightly.

But, in the face of the opportunity to become an eighth-level formation master and a Saint, it would be insignificant.

Even all his life's savings, billions of high-grade spirit stones, he would be willing to spend.

But what irritated him was that he could have bought it for a lower price if Song Yang had given him a little face!

But in the next moment, his expression changed from anger to astonishment and then to terror.

For an extremely strong aura, carrying a terrifying sword intent, erupted from the private room where Song Yang was and spread throughout the auction house.

Faced with the sword intent, Liu Yiyang felt a deep terror, and the hairs on his body stood up instantly.

As an involuntary reflex, he tried to move, but realized that the sword intent was completely fixed on him, immobilizing him absolutely.

It wasn't just him; practically everyone in the auction pavilion was paralyzed in the presence of this terrifying sword intent.

Then, in the next instant, everyone heard a whisper that seemed to emerge from the depths of hell!

"You dare to threaten me?"