"Indeed. In our native world, even a major sect could be called wealthy with an annual income of over a hundred million spirit jade. Several hundred million a year would make it positively flourishing."
"And that already includes the combined proceeds from several major spirit peak mines and other sources of income!"
Everyone strongly agreed when they heard the Night King's words.
Zhong Qishan was secretly amused. What is that worth? Merely the output of a handful of major mines.
The Night King said, "I have heard something of this as well. Reportedly, spirit peak blessed lands of the same grade as those we have today could yield a hundred times as much during Middle Antiquity. Immortal mountain blessed lands yielded as much as a thousand times more!"
"When the Dharma-Ending Age descended, the spirit essence of every blessed land declined sharply, as did their corresponding ability to condense spirit jade. Moreover, our lives are short. We cannot imitate ancient cultivators, who routinely accumulated wealth over centuries or millennia. It is little wonder that even we lose our composure at the sight of such wealth."
Hearing this, Zhong Qishan fell silent.
Although he was an ancient cultivator born tens of thousands of years ago and had seen far more abundant resources than the Night King and the others, he felt all the more deeply how blue seas had turned into mulberry fields.
Viewed in that light, his past experience was nothing to be proud of.
They, too, had come to the present age, and they, too, had to face the Age of Dharma Decline, when spirit qi was running dry.
Fortunately, amid that despair, an opportunity remained. All their painstaking efforts and plans for resurrection had been made to seize that opportunity.
Xiao Yuheng shared none of these Heaven-Tier Powerhouses'