The negotiations ended quickly.
Both sides were quite satisfied.
They both felt they had come out ahead.
That was the thing about value: the same object was worth different things to different people.
In the eyes of primitive people, a gold nugget was just a somewhat heavier rock, nothing to get excited about. But among humans, it was the universal equivalent of money.
Were Divine Artifacts precious?
Of course. They were extraordinarily precious, their value immeasurable.
The Book of Knowledge was a Divine Artifact.
To Chen Shouyi, the Book of Knowledge was everything. A God Corpse with Weak Divine Power was not even worth one ten-thousandth of it.
The Soul Pearl was also a Divine Artifact.
It protected his soul and lessened the impact on his will when he fought gods. Without it, he might have died in that battle in the other world. Its value far exceeded that of a God Corpse, too.
In the eyes of the nation, Divine Artifacts also had tremendous research value. Studying them offered a direct way to examine the composition of their materials and the workings of Primal Force, and to understand the mysterious nature of the other world.
But research was simply progressing far too slowly.
After twenty whole years, there had been little to show for it.
What was more, after the upheaval, computers could no longer be used, and many high-tech experimental devices could not be operated either. Nearly all research had ground to a halt.
With the nation teetering on the brink as things stood, trading two Divine Artifacts for five hundred tons of True God Flesh—something that could immediately boost Great Xia Nation's strength—was entirely acceptable.
Dozens of heavy trucks rolled down the road in a long line, with soldiers standing shoulder to shoulder along both sides.
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