A Maddening Divine Treasure (asking for monthly tickets)
If he had any other choice, Marquis Mintian absolutely would not have reported it to his clan. If he had led this operation himself, then once there were gains, he would have taken the lion's share.
It was the legacy of a fire-element god, containing the hope of becoming a god.
Once he reported it to the clan? When the clan mobilized wave after wave of powerful forces over, what he ultimately received would probably be pitifully little.
You got as much as you put in. That was a principle that had never changed since ancient times.
Most importantly, Marquis Mintian's relationship with the clan was not actually good. Otherwise, he would not have come to the distant Guyue Divine Kingdom to put down roots and establish his own fief.
The Guyue Divine Kingdom was very ordinary among the many kingdoms and sects of the Xianxu Civilization.
In the entire Xianxu Civilization, the ones truly standing at the peak were those several great immortal sects and divine races.
Marquis Mintian came from a powerful divine race.
But now, Marquis Mintian had no choice. More than half the forces he could mobilize had already been lost... The remaining forces could no longer possibly contend with the Seven Star Civilization.
At this thought.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, Marquis Mintian made a strange instrument the size of a table appear before him. Immediately afterward, strands of demigod Source Power flew out and poured into the instrument. Very quickly, faint glimmers of light appeared across it.
Whoosh~ A large number of rays shot out from the instrument, forming a huge light-screen projection above it.
The projection was pitch-black.
Time passed second by second. Marquis Mintian waited patiently. Only after more than ten full