The next moment, Zhao Hao suddenly struck down with his palm. With a thunderous boom, the entire ground trembled. The Dragon Throne before them was smashed to pieces by Zhao Hao's strike, revealing a black passage beneath the shattered throne.
"Fellow Daoist, the treasury is inside. Please."
Zhao Hao took the initiative to step aside for Ye Lin, but Ye Lin merely looked at him before speaking.
"You first."
At that, Zhao Hao curled his lip. This man was quite wary. Yet he truly did not have the slightest intention of harming him. Even so, Zhao Hao obediently entered the black passage.
Ye Lin followed behind Zhao Hao. No matter when or where, one had to keep the proper vigilance.
After passing through the passage, the two arrived at its end: a vast underground cavern. Chests had been placed throughout it. Ye Lin did not even need to open them to know what they contained—most were likely filled with silver and gold.
No matter the world, these two were hard currency among mortals.
Though silver and gold were utterly useless to cultivators, they were genuinely rare. Even cultivators below the Dao Integration realm had no way of creating silver and gold.
As for turning stone into gold, that was merely spiritual energy concealing the truth. Once the spiritual energy dispersed, everything would revert to its original form.
However, experts above the Dao Integration realm could casually create genuine gold and silver. Yet cultivators of that level would never deign to manufacture large quantities of such things.
What was the point of making them? It was thankless labor and useless besides. They could not aid cultivation or be eaten, and they were not even as hard as Yellow Grade weapons. As for purchasing power?
Heh, what cultivator would obediently pay for