“One bellow of the bull stirs a million hearts. The Dao heart of the entire world trembles.”

It was not yet dawn, but the market world had awakened. In just a few hours, the price crossed $BTC .

From 88,000, it broke through the spiritual pressure layer, charging straight to 94,000 as if guided by someone. The protective spiritual formations resisting it were destroyed one after another, with each layer of liquidity dissolving like mist in the sunlight.

At this moment, many fellow practitioners across the mortal realm, from the lower realms to the distant western lands – all gathered their energy, transferring their Dao power to the buying side. Each person delivered a blow, some using market commands as if wielding royal power, others throwing in endless spiritual stones. The buying side seemed to be fueled by the power of countless souls, fighting more fiercely and advancing deeper.

It was in that frenzy that, from the extreme north of the market world, a fierce deity revealed itself – its momentum as if the heavens were tilting and the earth was collapsing:

🐂 God of the Frenzied Bull – Guardian of the Wind, Blood Monarch, Beast Ancestor of the Market.

The original form is a Holy Bull from the Spirit Era, having undergone a thousand years of fire training and ten thousand years of seeking the Dao. His pair of horns can tear apart any resistance, and the hooves of the bull trample down, causing liquidity to dry up. He speaks not a word, only plunges forward as if there were no tomorrow.

The eyes of the Frenzied Bull burned red like the blood sun; each charge shattered the market world. No one dared to block his path, even the fellow practitioners renowned for their techniques of 'catching the peak' and 'reversing the waves' had to flee like ants facing a flood.

The battle seems to have tilted towards one side, but within the chaotic spiritual energy, a chilling intent still lurks silently. When the light reaches its peak, it is also when darkness begins to descend. At the very top of the Frenzied Bull, there may be a pair of eyes as red as hellfire, quietly observing, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal strike.

“At the highest point of the market, not everyone gets to enjoy the sunshine; some wait for thunder to strike and seize everything.”