Dozens of small floating platforms filled the vast hall, suspended in the air.
Each was veiled in curtains of spiritual light that shimmered faintly.
Below, on the main floor, rows of cultivators sat eagerly, their eyes gleaming with equal parts greed and desire.
At the center stood a grand stage beneath an enormous crystal dome.
The dome refracted the glow of spirit lanterns into prismatic colors that danced across the floor. Standing upon the stage was the auctioneer — a veiled woman in silver robes whose voice was calm yet carried effortlessly through the entire chamber.
Yu Xuan gave a low chuckle.
"Well… at least their architecture lives up to the name."
The auctioneer raised a slender hand, and a sword appeared before her, floating atop a formation disk. Its blade reflected twin hues — one half gleaming with warm sunlight, the other bathed in pale moonlight.
