The Bright Realm's Helplessness

"One thousand jin of Scarlet Silver!"

Within the sealed domain, Spirit Sacrifice's gentle voice sounded softly.

"Impossible, that's far too much!" Wen Yu, the old man with the yin-yang face, refused in shock.

Yet his words practically amounted to an admission that he was willing to pay compensation. Even the force behind his voice had diminished considerably compared to when he was in the plaza.

Everything was because, in Lighthouse Space, strength ruled supreme.

Though they were all Hell-level association presidents, he was a level weaker than any one of Spirit Sacrifice, Night Rain, or Red Lotus.

Not to mention all three of them together.

It was precisely because the three were powerful and allied with one another that they had been able to seize the new node in Mountain Pool City with just three associations.

According to expert predictions, a great disaster was approaching. At a time like this, nodes might be fraught with strangeness and war, but they were also coveted assets—foundations that could save lives.

"One thousand jin of Scarlet Silver is the punishment for you, as an association president, violating the agreement," Night Rain said coldly.

"Fifty jin. That's the most I'll pay. Any more, and I'd become a sinner of the Bright Realm. I'd rather fight and let us both suffer losses than compromise!" Wen Yu shook his head decisively.

"Fine, I agree!" Spirit Sacrifice's gentle, smiling voice rang out.

Night Rain and Red Lotus froze upon hearing this and were just about to stop him. They had finally caught an excuse to extort a Bright Realm association president; they could not let it go so easily.

Among the three worlds, Deep Blue Star had always held the advantage in the number of association presidents. That was also why Cangyue Star and the Bright Realm