After that round of spending, the balance of low-grade Spirit Stones had dwindled from thirty-two billion to just seventeen billion.
"Without a steady income, no amount of Spirit Stones will be enough to last."
Jiang Ding felt a pang of heartache.
It always seemed that even if he had a mountain of gold and silver before him, it would always find a curious and yet reasonable way to vanish.
As for the library points, he had no plans to use them to exchange for Spirit Stones or Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.
Not only would he not use them, but if necessary, he could continue to supplement Spirit Stones into it.
In any case, everything was for the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art; the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art was everything.
If he failed to develop the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, all the wealth would be useless. He didn't want to end up with a pile of Spirit Stones sitting in a storeroom after his life had run out. That would be tragic.
"Lifespan?"
"Yes, lifespan."
