Rules Fate City, Just Going Through the Motions
After returning to Colorful Mist Coast, Life Throat opened his spatial inventory and took a look.
The originally empty inventory slots were crammed with all kinds of spiritual resources.
To fit more inside, he had expanded and upgraded the spatial inventory along the way.
He had tripled its capacity, which was just enough to hold the resources and wealth given to him by Ming An and the others.
Looking over, the uppermost slots were packed with dense clusters of Energy Crystals. They ranged from fist-sized to as thick as human heads, piled into small mountains that formed partitions.
There was also a chest of dark-blue Soul Crystals, bearing the marks left behind when Ming An and the others refined them.
Life Throat casually took one out. A chill traveled through his fingertips, and he could clearly sense the pure mental power flowing inside.
These had originally been the wealth accumulated by his fellow villagers. Now, they had all become his.
After all, Ming An and the others had been completely unable to refuse the heaven-reaching Fortuitous Encounter he had offered them.
At that moment, he summoned the "Sacrifice panel" and used his consciousness to drag batches of resources from the spatial inventory into the sacrifice interface.
Immediately, the sacrifice proceeds displayed at the bottom of the interface began to climb rapidly.
The corners of Life Throat's mouth rose uncontrollably.
This wave had completely emptied Ming An and the others' wealth. Even the jade lamp around Ming An's waist, which represented his status as a Great Fate Envoy, had been "borrowed" by him. "The Ran Deng lineage really is loaded."
In the end, the number on the sacrifice interface stopped at 13.9 million Sacrificial Power.
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