A dazzling array of treasures filled the place, too many to take in at once. No one knew how many Dao Attainers' treasuries had been looted. Even these well-traveled players were stunned by the sheer variety of treasures.
All afternoon, they selected, sorted, and divided the spoils, as if they were sitting atop a prosperous mountain of treasure and accepting gifts from the players' "New Leader."
"This guy is only an eighth-order god, yet he has wealth comparable to an entire Abyssal Blue Divine Domain?"
"What an absurdly rich tycoon!"
"Holy crap!"
"Judging by his expression, he only brought out low- and mid-tier treasures. He hasn't even shown his true collection yet."
"Damn! This bloodline is incredibly powerful. It can control strange flames and burn souls. One day, I'll rise against all odds—don't look down on a poor young man! Terrifying!"
"Damn your ass, talk properly! But this bloodline really is powerful. It's quite good. In an ordinary transcendent land, whoever obtains it could indeed sweep through an entire world, remain invincible among those of the same rank, and perhaps even fight above their level. Lower-level powerhouses have almost no resistance against soul attacks."
"Then why isn't Little Fatty merging with it? Why is he merging with those ordinary bloodlines instead?"
"Maybe it doesn't suit him, so he gave it up."
The players were overjoyed, feeling incredibly awesome.
Mount Akina Speed really hadn't lied to them. The guy had a massive backer. If they followed him, they would conquer this universe sooner or later! Early the next morning, Zhang Youling, who had already reached the peak of godhood and only needed one final bloodline to break through, directly advanced from the eighth order into the ranks of Ninth-Order Dao Attainers.
Fatty Zhang climbed to a high place and shouted at