What Is a Tycoon!?

A few hours later, the signal West Pavilion Gardener had been waiting for finally arrived.

This so-called signal was the inexplicable drain on their Spiritual Energy.

Trapped in a place like this, they had no way to observe the outside world. They could only infer and verify the situation outside through certain means. The positioning on the Communication Card was one, and the consumption of Spiritual Energy was another.

This was also the main reason why West Pavilion Gardener had chosen to reveal all this information at this time.

Making money was hard. Was spending it not easy?

—The same applied to Spiritual Energy.

For Players to squander all their Spiritual Energy was simply too easy.

Although repeatedly exhausting all their Spiritual Energy would put them at certain risk and cause a certain degree of damage to their bodies, there had never been any foolproof plan in this world. How could they succeed without taking some risks?

Thus, in the few hours after receiving the signal, all seven Players remained in a state of Spiritual Energy depletion. The moment their Spiritual Energy recovered, they immediately spent it all again.

Because of the extreme difference in the flow of time inside and outside, they had no way to accurately plan the timing. They could only probe with this most clumsy method.

Time slowly passed amid this prolonged, torturous tug-of-war. More than five hours later, the seven trapped Players suddenly heard a crisp sound, like cracks appearing in glass.

Then, the sound grew louder and denser, joining into one continuous chorus. It was like cracks spreading rapidly across glass in the form of a spider web. When it reached a certain critical point, a crashing sound rang out, and the scene around them changed instantly.

The vast yellow sand they had nearly