The Divine Realm had no shortage of anything except people. Even in other forbidden zones of the Divine Realm, places known as death zones, countless people still flocked there every day.
Death was not frightening; being lowly was what people found most unbearable.
They had already cultivated to the Divine Realm, yet still had to become slaves others could kill at will, cannon fodder to be sacrificed casually. Most people could not endure that.
However, there was one issue: entering the Divine Ruins required Divine Stones. Not everyone had that many Divine Stones, so robbery was an ever-recurring occurrence.
Making money in the Divine Realm was truly far too difficult.
North Mountain Mine had already suffered more than a thousand covert attacks.
After a fierce battle, quite a few miners lay listlessly on the ground.
"Divine Stones are being handed out!" A voice rang out, instantly lifting the miners' spirits.
The mine overseers began handing out Divine Stones one by one.
At first, the miners were rather happy. After all, they could toil themselves half to death in the mine for a year and still earn only a few Divine Stones. When enemies unexpectedly appeared and tried to attack the mine, resisting those outsiders could earn them a considerable number of Divine Stones. It was much better than mining.
But as the Divine Stones reached their hands, they were stunned stupid.
One at the lowest, two at the highest. This pay was worse than fucking cannon fodder.
"My lord, isn't there something wrong with these Divine Stones?" someone could not help questioning.
"Something wrong?" The overseer's gaze fell on him. "What's wrong with them?"
"In the past, you had to work yourselves half to death for a year to earn one Divine Stone. Now, you only need to go out