From the Start, an Emperor: Master of the Eternal Divine Pavilion

Across the vast reaches of eternity and the Myriad Worlds, every realm has its peak.

Some prove the Dao through strength, subduing the stars and rivers;

some prove it through technique, deducing the secrets of Heaven;

some prove it through the heart, seeking answers from all living beings.

And he, Ling Xiao, returned from the Emperor-Burying Star, already an emperor from the start.

Above the Emperor-Burying Star, tribulation clouds hung across ninety thousand miles of sky, and blood-red light dyed the heavens.

He stood alone in the sea of tribulation. Raising a hand, he devoured the light of the heavenly tribulation and proved his own imperial Dao.

The moment his imperial title was proclaimed, the heavens trembled and the Myriad Worlds bowed.

Yet above the Great Emperor, there were still higher realms;

after countless ages, there were still more terrifying beings.

Some stood at the pinnacle of the heavens, gazing down across eternity;

some hid behind the scenes, weaving entire eras.

Ling Xiao had no interest in competing with the heavens. Above the Emperor-Burying Star, he used his own imperial Dao as the foundation and the origin of chaos as his material to establish the Eternal Divine Pavilion.

The pavilion forged no weapons, refined no pills, and took no disciples. It did only one thing:

Auction.

Treasures could be auctioned, cultivation techniques, lifespans, and fortune;

karma, fate, realms, and even the future could all be auctioned.

So long as the price was high enough:

the body of a sage could be pawned;

the fruit of the imperial Dao could be put up for sale;

the secrets of the path to immortality could be priced openly;

even the calamity of an entire era could be sold as a package.

The mighty of the heavens were all guests;

the great powers of eternity were all buyers.