Back at the Colorful Mist Coast, Life Throat opened his spatial bag and took a look inside.
The once-empty slots were now crammed full of all kinds of spiritual resources.
To fit more inside, he had even expanded and upgraded the spatial bag.
He had tripled its capacity, and only then could it hold all the resources and wealth given to him by Ming An and the others.
The slots at the top were stacked with Energy Crystals, packed so densely they formed little hills. Some were fist-sized, while others were as thick as a human head.
There was also a box of deep-blue Soul Crystals, each bearing the marks left behind when Ming An and the others refined them.
Life Throat casually took one out. A cool sensation met his fingertips, and he could clearly sense the pure spiritual energy flowing inside.
These had been wealth accumulated by his fellow countrymen. Now they were all in his possession.
After all, Ming An and his kin simply couldn't refuse the heaven-reaching opportunity he'd offered them.
He summoned the Sacrifice panel and used his mind to drag batches of resources from his spatial bag onto the sacrifice page.
At once, the figure showing the sacrifice returns at the bottom of the interface began climbing rapidly.
The corners of Life Throat's mouth lifted despite himself.
This time, he'd completely cleaned Ming An and the others out. He'd even "borrowed" the burning jade at Ming An's waist, a token of his status as a Great Fate Envoy. "The Ran Deng faction really does have deep pockets."
At last, the figure on the sacrifice interface stopped at 13.9 million Sacrificial Power.
For resource types without a crafting bonus, the formula for calculating their value seemed to be roughly three to ten times their base