"Is that a lot?"
Su Ming wore a helpless expression.
Cao De Zhi was also startled by Su Ming's tone.
"Do you really think divine artifacts are that plentiful? Nine of them would drain nearly half the accumulated wealth of every major faction."
Su Ming raised an eyebrow.
"So few?"
In his view, a set of Four-word Battle Armor basically represented a divine artifact. After all, even if it could not help a Limit Douluo reach the Quasi-God realm, that Limit Douluo only needed to infuse the Battle Armor's Spirituality into something like their Martial Soul before death to artificially create a divine artifact.
Like the Sky-Piercing Spear.
If Yun Ming died, if he wished to, the Sky-Piercing Spear could certainly be left behind, and it would remain in the form of a divine artifact.
"It isn't as simple as you think." Cao De Zhi sighed. "Since Four-word Battle Armor first emerged, the Federation has indeed produced countless Quasi-Gods. Over ten thousand years, their numbers have become terrifying, but you must also understand that the Abyss's arrival was a devastating blow to Douluo Star."
He took a deep breath and looked toward the Abyss Passage.
"The Abyss is like a gigantic bloodsucking beast sprawled across Douluo Star, madly Devouring the world's elemental energy. Douluo Star is enormous, and it is also absorbing energy from the cosmos to strengthen itself. If not for the Abyss, with the Soul Master World flourishing as it is, breaking through to become a god-level plane would have been practically certain."
"Yet because of the Abyss, forget strengthening itself—the entire planet's energy is steadily leaking away. Even if the plane accelerates its absorption of Cosmic Energy, it still cannot keep up with the rate of loss."
Su Ming remained expressionless as he listened.
Of course he