As soon as the words fell, the hall became terrifyingly silent.
The excitement had yet to fade from Dao Lord Guichen's face when his entire body froze. His eyes widened, his mouth hung slightly open, as if he had been struck squarely by a massive hammer.
"How... how much?" Even his voice had changed. He almost suspected he had misheard.
A hundred strands?
Eternal Power?
Per year?
It was not as if he had never seen Eternal Power. As a Quasi-God, he had accumulated over a hundred thousand strands himself. But that modest fortune had taken countless Eras, countless brushes with death, and painstaking scavenging through True God Ruins and shattered universes.
Every single strand was unimaginably precious.
Yet Yang Yu had casually offered a hundred strands, and that was only his annual salary.
What kind of concept was that?
If he worked here for a thousand years, he would receive a hundred thousand strands of Eternal Power—roughly equivalent to everything he had accumulated over tens of millions of Eras.
And if he worked for another ten thousand years...
Dao Lord Guichen did not dare think any further.
He only felt blood rush to his head. His vision darkened, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
001 was completely dumbstruck as well.
His mouth hung open as he stared blankly at Yang Yu on the Throne, unable to recover for a long while.
The Dominator was far too generous.
That was Eternal Power, not something one could hand out casually.
Just moments ago, he had been worried for Dao Lord Guichen, afraid that this Quasi-God might harbor some resentment.
Now, it seemed he had worried for nothing.
This was not a fixed salary.
It was clearly a path to becoming a True God.
001 calculated rapidly in his heart.
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