My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 437: The Land of the Ancients

The tension in the Dragon World's vast auction hall hung so densely it felt like it could be sliced by a sword.

Ethan positioned himself right in the middle of the platform, his face showing nothing, even as he inwardly delighted in the unfolding scene.

For the thousands assembled there, he appeared as a dealer of wonders, someone capable of trading divine strength for the proper payment.

Yet for Ethan, this went far beyond mere commerce.

It represented a complete biological conquest.

Each serum he offered and every method he shared carried a concealed agenda.

He aimed to spread his own core, his bloodline itself, into the bloodstreams of all dominant species within this "prison."

The deities controlling this realm viewed these mortals merely as their personal energy reserves, their sustenance.

Ethan planned to seize that sustenance from within.

When the moment arrived for him to rise above this world's limits, the "gods' subjects" would truly belong to him.

"You toyed with my kin and my feelings," Ethan pondered, a cold, knife-like grin pulling at his mouth.

"Now, I'll toy with your whole reality."

Ethan cleared his voice, the noise resounding across the hushed venue.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no more delays—let's start the next part."

He delved into the spatial emptiness and drew forth three armaments.

They vibrated with a fearsome, steady thrum.

The Eternal Weapons.

In most parts of the cosmos, these artifacts would spark savage carnage.

But today's assembly was exceptional.

The chairs held more than just Eternal Sovereigns.

They seated Source Authority powerhouses, the genuine power players of the stars.

For such colossi, the Eternal Weapons served as appealing playthings, yet not the ultimate prize.

They sensed Ethan concealed something far superior.

Even so, the auction heated up among the minor overlords.

"Thirty billion origin coins!" yelled a envoy from the Star-Devourer clan.

"Thirty-five billion!" fired back an elder of the Golden Dragon.

Ultimately, every weapon fetched an immense 40 billion origin coins.

Ethan showed no reaction.

For him, this served only as the opening act.

"It looks like you're all holding out for the main attractions," Ethan remarked, his tone slick and playful.

"But first, we'll handle the serums."

"Now starting the sale of the Bloodline Evolution Serums and Bloodline Awakening Serum."

The chamber burst into chaos.

The weaker species descended into madness.

To them, these serums offered more than strength.

They provided an opportunity to reshape their fates, to escape being the universe's "prey."

Even the Origin Races, the superior ones who scorned all others, shifted eagerly in their spots.

They possessed descendants with flawed or weakened lineages.

These serums promised the revival of their family's honor.

Origin coins flooded in like a vast electronic tide.

Ethan observed the figures rising, yet his thoughts had moved to the upcoming piece.

"Now," Ethan announced, his words falling to a murmur that somehow filled every listener in the arena.

"Time to reveal the real reason you're here."

He extended his hand and summoned a violin.

It resembled no tool of battle.

Elegant and formed from substances that drank in surrounding illumination, it gleamed subtly.

But as soon as it emerged, the Source Authority leaders sat up rigidly.

They detected the vibration.

This went beyond a mere stringed device.

It channeled the essence of existence itself.

Before anyone could voice a bid, everything halted.

A force like a dying star's crush bore down on all life in the Dragon World.

It surpassed mere bodily strain.

This was a soul-crushing dominance so immense it seemed the cosmos was shutting down.

The Source Authority lords, the mightiest present, struggled to breathe, their legs giving way.

Ethan sensed it as well, but he held firm.

His power had already entered Grade 2 Absolute Continuum territory.

To him, this presence felt like a stiff wind—irritating, yet harmless.

"An Absolute Continuum entity," Ethan reflected, his gaze sharpening.

"Equal to the One Above All."

Beyond the Dragon World's skies, an enormous silhouette eclipsed the suns.

A Void Ship, timeless and rough-hewn from matter older than celestial bodies, lingered in the void.

Within the venue, a Demon Monarch started breathing rapidly.

His stare bulged with dread deeper than mortal terror.

"Impossible... it can't be. Why show up now? Why would the Ancients emerge at this time?"

Ethan linked minds.

"Yumiko, brief me. Who exactly are these 'Ancients'?"

[Master,] Yumiko's tone resounded in his head, [The Ancients stand as outliers.

They didn't originate from the gods who forged this prison.

Their genetic code predates the prison's creation.

They formed the first dwellers of this domain before the present gods sealed them in the Land of the Ancients.

They gain freedom from banishment only once per 100 million years.

They mirror demons in form, but surpass them vastly.

Multiple Absolute Continuum members exist among them.

They function as an independent empire trapped in confinement.]

Ethan glanced skyward.

"Why not simply break through?"

[They can't,] Yumiko clarified.

[This Origin World's rules bind tightly.

Even they need approval from an official world authority to set foot here.]

A sudden roar thundered from above, shaking the skeletons of all gathered.

It issued not from any voice box.

It emanated from emptiness.

"Tower Master Ethan Hunt. We request admission."

"Permit our involvement in your auction, and we'll offer you access to the Land of the Ancients."

The Demon Monarchs paled instantly.

"Ethan has no ties to them? Isn't he their representative?" they murmured in fearful whispers.

Ethan stayed composed.

He lifted his eyes, staring past the ceiling and through the overhead mists.

"Of course," he responded evenly.

"Enter."

"No!" a demon lord cried out, dropping to the floor.

"Inviting them dooms us all!"

"None survive an encounter with the Ancients!"

Ethan brushed aside the panic.

He feared no beasts.

He traded in them.

The Void Ship lowered, touching down with quiet, ghostly poise before Ethan's structure.

Space warped and flickered near the vessel.

Seven forms emerged.

Six emanated might that dwarfed the regional leaders like infants.

Five Source Authority figures and one Absolute Continuum protector.

Yet the seventh captured all focus.

He appeared as a youth, lacking any trace of cultivation.

No energy, no evident might.

Still, the six titans trailed two paces behind in total deference.

"Yumiko?" Ethan queried.

[That's the offspring of the Great Ruler of the Ancient Race, known to themselves as the Daemons.

He can't harness energy conventionally, yet he's an undying entity whose intellect can model whole galaxies.

He serves as their planner, the core of their kind.]

The party advanced into the auction space.

The audience divided like parting waves.

"Welcome to Ethan Hunt Company," Ethan declared, holding his position as the Daemons neared.

"VIP seats, or is the main area fine?"

The boy without cultivation paused and met Ethan's stare.

No haughtiness filled his eyes.

Just profound, probing interest.

"Brother," the boy uttered, his tone unexpectedly gentle.

"You're no demon, but your roots elude me."

"I'd like a private talk with you."

"Post-auction," Ethan answered.

"Deals come first."

"Feel free to join the bidding."

The boy inclined his head, then eyed the stage's offerings.

"Brother, offer me your bloodline refining technique."

"Coins won't be my payment."

"I'll provide a Free Pass."

"It grants your followers entry to our domain and a shot at the Tower of the Ancients."

The venue inhaled sharply.

The earlier weeping Demon Monarch lunged forward, prostrating at the boy's feet.

"Lord! I beg you! Accept my fortune! Let me attempt the Tower!"

The Daemon boy spared him no glance.

As if the Monarch vanished from notice.

Ethan cocked his head.

"The Tower of the Ancients? What's the risk?"

"None," the boy assured.

"Survive the trial, and you'll assuredly attain Source Authority."

"Among my people, the Daemons, everyone reaches at least that stage."

"We embody rulers."

Ethan's curiosity sharpened fully.

A species starting at Source Authority?

That posed a daunting reality, but also a treasure trove of hereditary data.

"My technique," Ethan warned,

"suits the species of this realm."

"You Daemons differ at the core."

"Unclear if it'll suit your makeup."

A flicker of surprise crossed the boy's features.

"You discern that?" he said, then grinned.

It formed a stark, clever look.

"I understand."

"I won't apply it."

"I seek to examine it."