The two of them each took half the rings and began checking them one by one.
Not everyone had the nerve to choose External Godhood. Only a few of these rings bore an owner's mark, indicating that their owners' Divine Clones were still alive. Far more were ownerless rings whose owners had died completely.
The lighting inside the flying boat's cabin was soft, and the fragrance of tea lingered in the air. If not for the clouds and Netherworld scenery occasionally passing outside the window, the scene would have looked rather like counting New Year's gift money.
Selena worked quickly. She swept each ring with her divine sense, called out a number, tossed it aside, and picked up the next.
She had clearly done this many times before, handling it as deftly as a habitual offender.
"This one only has a little over two hundred thousand Nether Stones. Obviously a Middle God's." She curled her lip and tossed the ring onto the little mountain of "worthless" rings to her left.
Wangcai was no slouch either. He worked with both hands at once, splitting his divine sense into two streams to probe two rings separately. A piece of dried roast meat he had bought when passing through a settlement earlier was still clenched between his teeth as he called out the numbers indistinctly. "This one has over eight million. Not bad. This one's good-five hundred million Nether Stones! Finally, a decent one."
"Let me see." Selena reached over and took the ring containing five hundred million. After sweeping it with her divine sense, her lips curved in satisfaction. "Yes, this should belong to that third chief who cultivated the Laws of Fire. When I fought him, I saw a whole row of rings on his hands. This should have been the