Huo Ling and Li Yi moved through one secret vault after another belonging to the God of Dawn.
The God of Dawn certainly knew how to amass wealth. Who knew how many years of income this represented?
But thinking it over, it was only right that the old bastard was rich.
After all, in the original secondary plane, the God of Dawn had once been the chief god of powerful divine power. Before that plane merged into the Spirit Realm, He had already lived for who knew how many years.
Later, when the plane merged into the Spirit Realm, He killed the original God of Dawn and took His place, effectively plundering the original God of Dawn's stores as well.
Coupled with all the things He had accumulated over the years in the Spirit Realm, having so much was perfectly normal.
But to gods, no matter how many of these materials there were, they were merely worldly possessions.
Only divine power was what they truly valued.
Most of these materials had been acquired by the God of Dawn from the void, while some had been offered up in sacrifice by churches in the mortal world.
After all, mortal churches could not remain prosperous forever. If they encountered a divine war or suffered a blow, it was perfectly normal for the church's power to contract.
At such times, the God of Dawn would need to grant resources to help those lower-realm churches flourish once more.
To gods, the temporary rise and fall of their churches was acceptable. So long as their divine kingdoms still existed, there would be a chance to turn the tables.
Unfortunately, the God of Dawn had run into Li Yi and Huo Ling. Before any of His methods of turning things around could be used, He had