Landing on a mountain of magic crystals, Kyle raised a hand slightly and scooped up a thousand. More than half were low-grade magic crystals, and four-fifths of the remainder were intermediate magic crystals. There were only a little over a hundred high-grade magic crystals.
He gathered another pile of magic crystals from farther away. The proportion of high-grade magic crystals was slightly different.
Seeing this, Kyle willed thirty high-tier Soul Intent avatars into existence and set them to work dismantling the nine mountains of magic crystals.
After standing there for a moment, he turned and headed to the summit of White Bone Mountain.
Looking at the throne forged from adamantine, he estimated that it weighed twenty-three tons. At eight gold coins per gram, the throne was worth 184 million gold coins, equivalent to 2,300 high-grade magic crystals. Back when Qixing Territory had been utterly destitute, that would have been an enormous fortune, but now it was worth little.
Suddenly, a wisp of black miasma flew out of the throne and shot straight toward Kyle.
In an instant, Kyle's figure turned illusory, then reappeared dozens of kilometers away.
Having lost track of him, the black miasma lingered in the air for a moment before splitting into several streaks of light that flew off in every direction.
Watching the black miasma scatter, Kyle did not recklessly give chase. Instead, he memorized the directions in which the nine wisps had fled.
Sure enough, someone capable of clinging to life like this was bound to have a contingency hidden away.
Had he let his guard down just now, he might already have been fighting the other party for control of his own body.
After checking his surroundings and finding no other unusual activity, Kyle returned to White Bone Mountain to continue his search while