Back at the Colorful Mist Coast, Fate Throat opened his Spatial Inventory and took a look.
The once-empty slots were packed with all kinds of spiritual resources.
Along the way, he had even expanded and upgraded his Spatial Inventory to fit more inside.
Only after tripling its capacity had he managed to fit all the resources and wealth Ming An and the others had given him.
At a glance, the uppermost slots were densely stacked with energy crystals, ranging from fist-sized pieces to ones as thick as a head, piled layer upon layer into separate little mountains.
There was also a chest of deep-blue soul crystals, bearing the imprints Ming An and the others had left while refining them.
Fate Throat casually took one out. A cold sensation reached his fingertips, and he could clearly sense the pure mental power flowing inside.
These had originally been the wealth his fellow countrymen had accumulated. Now they all belonged to him.
After all, Ming An and his other clansmen simply could not refuse the heaven-reaching opportunity he offered.
He summoned the Sacrifice Panel and used his consciousness to drag the resources from his Spatial Inventory onto the sacrifice page in batches.
The sacrifice proceeds displayed at the bottom of the interface immediately began climbing rapidly.
Fate Throat could not help smiling.
This haul had completely emptied Ming An and the others' coffers. He had even "borrowed" the Burning Jade at Ming An's waist that represented his status as a Great Fate Envoy. "The Burning Lamp Lineage really does have deep pockets."
In the end, the number on the sacrifice interface settled at 13.9 million sacrificial power.
For resource types without a craftsmanship bonus, the valuation formula generally came out to around three to ten times.
After roughly estimating the value of these