"The truth is right here!"
Mu Shaoan stood beside that enormous crater, a hundred thousand kilometers deep, and sighed like an old man who had lived for a hundred thousand years.
This time, he had genuinely been dazzled by his fat cousin.
For as long as he could remember, he had wondered why, despite both starting from nothing, Fatty Zhang had somehow managed to amass so many resources. Even if he possessed a World Tree of Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant, it still shouldn't have been absurdly excessive, should it?
Just look at his grand expenditures. When plotting against the Plague God's Heart, he had directly burned through fifty million units of Cosmic Law. This expedition had taken away countless more, while the Heaven and Earth Barrier alone had been extravagantly built to forty-five layers. All of that was hard currency.
And that wasn't even counting population growth and the expansion of the world. When Fatty Zhang had gone berserk that one time and released Soul Tremor across the entire plane, he had lost nearly twenty million units of Cosmic Law.
Taken altogether, it genuinely made one suspect that Fatty Zhang's family operated a wholesale gold mine.
Look at the people of the Xing Clan next door. After falling into the game world of the Ancient God "Game," they had developed for over a hundred thousand years before finally accumulating that little bit of wealth.
It was truly puzzling.
But now, all the mysteries had answers!
First and foremost was surely that World Tree of Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant. It was Fatty Zhang's most important source of spiritual energy. Mu Shaoan didn't know the exact figures, but he had once heard Fatty Zhang boast that a World Tree of Six-Colored Spiritual Plant produced enough spiritual energy each year to support twenty billion people.