The brows of the many Nascent Soul Monks relaxed.
"With that said, five billion low-grade Spirit Stones really don't seem like much... Huh, why do I have this strange thought?"
"Great, opening the window has blown the roof off, and it's landed right on our heads."
Realizing what had happened, the crowd laughed and cursed, "Dinghai, Liexing, you two old fellows were planning this all along, weren't you?"
"Haha, no such thing," they denied with a chuckle.
Immortal Liexing gave an awkward smile.
"But without saying, it indeed makes sense."
Many people sobered up and began to seriously ponder.
"The Great Sun Sword Master of those years was too strong, a peak battle force in the domain. Even just getting a brush with it, this investment is necessary; if it fails, then it fails—research has always been this way."
"A sliver of hope is worth this price."
The buzzing of discussion filled the air.
