Black Tooth

Suye was about to say that was enough when the Red Scale Saint Realm Warrior merfolk put on a fake smile and held up a huge shell a meter long in each hand. Each shell was piled high with blue-patterned sea snails.

All of these counted as Spatial Rings. Though they were relatively small, each had a space of only a dozen or so square meters—but there were simply too many of them.

"Your Excellency, the Spatial Sea Snails on my left contain treasures that cannot be soaked in seawater for long periods. The Spatial Sea Snails on my right are all empty. All of these are our contributions to the Sea God!"

The other four Saint Realm merfolk nodded vigorously, even lightly slapping the ground with their tails, their faces full of flattery.

Suye nodded and casually collected all the Spatial Sea Snails. With the faintest hint of a smile, he said, "The Sea God will remember your devotion."

The five Saint Realm merfolk were overjoyed. They prostrated themselves before Suye and loudly praised the Sea God.

Spatial items were generally repulsive toward one another and could not contain each other. Yet this Sea God Priest had casually collected so many Spatial Sea Snails. Such power belonged only to a god.

Suye understood a little more now.

Since the Whale Kingdom was a God War Fortress, all its races had certainly been carefully chosen by the Old Sea God.

The first requirement for a god when choosing a race was inevitably devotion.

Over more than a thousand years, the Sea God had never responded. Some people might have changed, but the faith passed down through generation after generation would inevitably influence others. On top of that, the Whale Kingdom was filled with relics of the Old Sea God, making