Yuanhou's Gift of Thanks

The Black Will pondered for a moment, then said, "Ten million strands of Dao Source shall count as my gift of thanks!"

Ten million?

Han Yuan was startled inwardly.

To him, that amount was practically an enormous fortune!

Yet Han Yuan's expression remained utterly calm as he said, "Heh, are you looking down on me, Fellow Daoist, or on yourself?"

The Black Will gave a bitter smile. "This poor Daoist has been trapped by that bastard Primordial for far too long. There truly isn't much Dao Source left!"

Han Yuan remained impassive, unmoved.

Caught between the two, Lin Yu listened to their conversation in utter shock. So in the world of these great figures, Dao Source was measured in tens of millions?

"How about this—twenty million. At most, I can only offer twenty million strands of Dao Source!" The Black Will sighed.

"Thirty million!" Han Yuan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the Black Will rejoiced inwardly. Settling the karmic ties for a mere thirty million—this was a tremendous bargain!

Yet on the surface, the Black Will still struggled for a while before sighing. "Then I shall do as you say, Fellow Daoist. However, may these Dao Ancestors be given to this poor Daoist?"

Han Yuan glanced at those Dao Ancestors and said, "Certainly!"

"Good!" The Black Will nodded.

Then, with great decisiveness, the Black Will took out thirty million strands of Dao Source and gave them to Han Yuan, while also releasing Lin Yu and his Little Chaos.

Han Yuan retrieved Lin Yu, leaving the remaining Dao Ancestors to the Black Will. To him, these Dao Ancestors were not particularly important. The blood-producing capacity of the Primordial Great Chaos had already risen; Dao Ancestors could be produced in an endless stream.

The Black Will, meanwhile, took away the remaining Dao