By now, the two sides had reached the point of truly competing in foundations. Victory or defeat aside, both sides were bound to suffer grievous damage.
Two experts at the level of the Ten Kings, along with one nearly at that level, had all died at Ye Xiwen's hands. Their combined wealth was an astronomical figure. Tianqi Emperor, in particular, had been the ruler of a nation. Though he had left in haste and had not had time to take much of the royal treasury's wealth, the three of them had still contributed a full three trillion God Source to Ye Xiwen. That did not even include the other heavenly treasures and earthly treasures; their total wealth was incalculable. Sure enough, exterminating clans and destroying households was the key to getting rich overnight.
This was the wealth they had accumulated over countless tens of thousands of years, and now it had all fallen into Ye Xiwen's hands. However, Ye Xiwen's breakthrough would consume an enormous amount as well, so he could not simply sit back and live off his reserves.
Most importantly, whether it was himself, the Mysterious Space, or the Myriad Heart Ancient Tree, all required vast quantities of resources to operate and grow.
Ordinary accumulation of wealth was far from enough for Ye Xiwen.
Yet the unease in Ye Xiwen's heart grew ever stronger. Even at the brink of defeat and death, Tianqi Emperor had still been certain that he would ultimately be unable to escape. What safeguard did he possess? Could it be the All Races Alliance of the Heavenly Race that had yet to arrive?
These thoughts flashed through Ye Xiwen's mind like lightning and flint, but he did not stop. Instead, he sped deeper into the Heavenly Race Base at even greater speed. No matter