A Vast Fortune

Death God, Lucifer, and Satan looked at one another, clearly taken aback by Mo Chen's demand.

Although Nether Souls were the common currency of the Netherworld, obtaining them was not difficult for beings of their Main God Realm stature.

Mo Chen's demand appeared simple, but could it be concealing a deeper intent?

Death God frowned slightly, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes. "You only want Nether Souls? What do you need Nether Souls for?"

He could not quite figure out what Mo Chen was trying to do.

After all, such a condition was truly unusual for an Immortal Emperor-level existence.

Moreover, Mo Chen was an Immortal!

A member of the Human Race!

He did not cultivate Netherworld techniques, so what use did he have for such a vast quantity of Nether Souls?

Besides, everyone else in the Immortal Realm was the same. Immortal qi was what all members of the Human Race needed for cultivation, was it not?

Death God was filled with suspicion, yet utterly baffled.

Mo Chen smiled calmly, his gaze as deep as an abyss. "How I intend to use the Nether Souls is none of your concern. In any case, I'll give you seven days. Seven days from now, we'll exchange them at this same place!"

Lucifer snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with Mo Chen's attitude.

"Do you think Nether Souls are so easy to acquire in bulk? Even if we are Main Gods, we cannot casually mobilize such an enormous amount of Nether Soul resources. Seven days is simply not enough!"

Though Satan had been injured by Mo Chen's primordial violet qi, he had regained his composure by now and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mo Chen, we can consider your demand, but you must release Rody first. Otherwise, we cannot trust you."

Mo