Here is the full Chapter 21 of Heaven Auctioneer: Monarchs of the Million Realm, written in a rich, detailed styl
In the stillness of the Lower Realms, under the shadow of millions of newly-subjugated worlds, Li Xuan sat cross-legged in absolute silence.
A sea of stars turned beneath his feet, not the actual heavens—but a vast spiritual illusion generated by the Forbidden Chamber hidden within his core domain: the Silent Palace. This chamber, carved into reality through karmic inversion and soul tributes, could not be seen by mortals or gods. It existed in a sliver of void carved out by the Voidheart Enlightenment Sutra itself.
Here, all distractions vanished.
Only pain and truth remained.
Blood leaked from his eyes. His soul groaned in agony. Around him, karma threads flickered like furious serpents, snapping and reforming as he attempted to advance in the comprehension of the most dangerous mind cultivation technique the heavens had long forgotten.
Voidheart Enlightenment Sutra.
A technique without stages. No bottlenecks. No structure.
It did not grant strength through force, but through awareness.
And awareness—true awareness—was agony.
He had spent months gathering karma from the 1 Million supporting realms. Every deal, every life, every war—channeled through the Auction House, guided by his Seven Generals, monitored by his Forty-Nine Elites—all were designed to generate karmic chaos.
And now, that chaos fed him.
He sat in lotus position atop a black slab of karmic bone. Threads of fate wrapped around his body, constricting his breathing and mind. Each breath he took severed a connection—memories of comrades, enemies, even his past self.
One must die to understand.
One must cease to be to comprehend the Infinite.
He wasn't cultivating to become enlightened.
He was cultivating to become karma itself.
Outside the Silent Palace, a thousand realities boiled.
The Second Grand Auction across the Lower Realms had ignited devastation.
In the ruined sky-city of Ashborne Nexus, General Yue of the Silver Spear stood behind a crystal pulpit, auctioning the bones of a Half-God Beast. Noble clans offered secret blood pacts. Sects betrayed their allies. One city annihilated itself over a single bid. And in the end, the winner received a bone that didn't even hold spiritual energy—but radiated invisible karma.
Every transaction, every betrayal, every kill—added more karmic force to Li Xuan.
Meanwhile, General Frostblade led an auction in Wraithshadow Hollow, selling techniques supposedly left behind by ancient immortals. Unbeknownst to all, each of those scrolls carried hidden soul-seals. Once cultivated, they would slowly corrupt the user—feeding their enlightenment directly into Li Xuan's Voidheart Sutra.
It was total control disguised as commerce.
Even in auctions where Li Xuan was not present, his will moved.
His seven generals believed they were executing his strategy.
They didn't know he had already severed every karmic tie to them.
He no longer trusted them.
He no longer trusted anyone.
Even their loyalty, absolute and pure, was simply a resource.
A tool.
Inside the Silent Palace, Li Xuan's world shattered once more.
He collapsed forward, coughing blood.
His meridians twisted violently. His soul cracked.
The pain was unimaginable. Endless. Eternal.
But in that moment, clarity arrived.
He saw it.
A vision.
Above the Forbidden Realms, beyond even the Ancient Realms—a place of silence and flame, where karma itself obeyed a single entity. A being without name or shape. Its presence was blasphemous. It watched Li Xuan.
And for a fraction of a second… it acknowledged him.
Li Xuan's heart stopped.
Then a scream—his own—tore from his mouth as countless karma threads erupted from his back, extending like black wings into the void. Each thread held the weight of millions of lives.
Lives he would one day extinguish.
Because karma was not a cycle.
Karma was fuel.
The next day, the Silent Palace quaked.
Li Xuan stepped outside.
His robes were soaked in blood. His eyes glowed with void-gold light. His aura could no longer be measured in spirit or cultivation terms—it was something far beyond. Even the land around him bowed as reality warped ever so slightly in his presence.
He had not broken through a cultivation realm.
No, he had broken through a concept.
He now stood above karma—not as a servant, but as a sovereign.
He raised his hand, and the skies across a million supporting realms dimmed. An order was sent—not with jade slips, not through messengers, but directly imprinted into the karmic web of every one of his subordinates.
It said one word:
"Obey."
And none could resist it.
Elsewhere, deep in the fragmented edge of the Upper Realms, an old immortal awoke from stasis.
He gazed into the lower dimensions. His brows furrowed.
"…Who has dared tamper with the Abyss of Karma?"
Behind him, other immortal entities stirred. Not yet fully revealed. Not yet descending. But their attention—ancient, cruel, curious—now rested upon the realms below.
They saw the shadow of Li Xuan.
And whispered a prophecy long sealed.
"The Auctioneer of Heaven shall burn the SKIES