Crossing the Timeline: Is It Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, To Be Short on Money? Chapter 397

Silence!

Everything around was eerily quiet!

At this mont, apart from the figures continuing to kneel, there was no movent or sound.

The Demigods who had just been shouting, even hoping to see Su Wen make a fool of himself, were now all on the ground, trembling as they worshipped the majestic Great God of Wealth standing in the center.

Had the Great God of Wealth of the Ninth Age regained the power once held by the Great God of Wealth of the Eighth Era?

How much ti had passed?

Where had this power co from?

Didn’t soone say that the position of the Great God of Wealth had been shattered, and that the Great God of Wealth of the Eighth Era could no longer exert any control over them?

What was happening now?

"This grand show is quite impressive."

Suddenly, a laugh ca from the side.

Then, the God of Theater, clad in battle attire, tore through space and appeared in the sight of the various clans’ Demigods.

What shocked them was that the God of Theater’s strength had surpassed theirs!

But hadn’t the God of Theater been at the Emperor Level before his death?

Wasn’t it said that the path of the gods of the Ninth Age had been sealed and restricted, with their limits confined to the Emperor Level? Could that have been false?

Had the God of Theater… broken through?

"Great God of Wealth, they just said while exchanging consciousness that you are quite foolish."

The God of Theater looked around and spoke.

"From their perspective, I indeed seem foolish."

Su Wen’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly said, "As the Great God of Wealth, being humiliated by my own subordinates, isn’t that foolish?"

"As a reward and as a gift from the Great God of Wealth, I have decided to grant them the destruction of their clan!"

As he spoke, Su Wen paused and then looked at the God of Theater, smiling as he said, "How about we have a competition this ti to see who can clean up faster?"

The God of Theater burst into laughter, replying, "Is that even a competition?"

After all, he was an immortal half-god!

Even if the Great God of Wealth called upon that portion of half-god power within him, it was nowhere near as powerful as his own.

So how could he possibly lose?

"That may not be the case!"

Su Wen smiled slightly, then directly summoned the power of the God of Wealth’s Mark.

"Go, bring everything valuable from your clan here!"

"As long as you think it’s valuable, bring it all over!"

The power of the God of Wealth’s Mark wasn’t just about making these Demigod clans kneel.

Since he could command them, why not have them take action and ensure his own prosperity?

No matter how strong the God of Theater was, could he really outpace so many people working together?

"Impressive!"

The God of Theater watched Su Wen’s tactic of turning enemies into friends and couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.

In the next mont, he stepped forward and vanished from sight.

With the God of Wealth already present in the Holy Spirit realm, there was no need for him to take any action there.

Besides, the Holy Spirit realm in the main Ti and Space had already been wiped out; attacking it here would serve no purpose.

"Hurry!"

"Push harder!"

"When you return, bring all your clansn here to receive my blessing!"

Su Wen stood at the entrance of the Holy Spirit realm, continuously issuing commands to the passing Demigod clans.

Here, the Holy Spirit clan was nurous, while the other clans were few in number.

This wouldn’t do.

How could he fully utilize his advantages as the God of Wealth?

So, sending his "friends" back to their clans to bring more people to receive his blessings was the best course of action.

…

anwhile, near the Imperial Capital.

After finishing his lecture on martial arts, the Star God gave a slight nod to the warriors below.

Then, he turned and left, basking in the warriors’ respectful gazes.

He could feel their gratitude; he even knew that if ti permitted, he should land on the battlefield and have a heartfelt talk with these warriors defending their holand.

But their ti was precious!

While the God of Wealth and the God of Theater were preparing for practical training with the Demigod clans, he too had important matters to attend to.

"Buzz!"

As the Star God activated his power, the silver energy of ti and space in his hand trembled slightly.

In the next mont, a beam of light descended from the sky, instantly whisking the Star God away.

"Whoosh!"

At that mont, a fierce wind howled across the horizon, and the sudden appearance of a black whirlwind drew everyone’s attention.

They all knew what the arrival of this black whirlwind ant.

Soon, a mature Wind God, his face marked by a dozen scars, appeared on the battlefield.

He surveyed the battlefield, which was more chaotic than he had anticipated, and frowned slightly.

"Brother God of Fighting, what’s going on here?"

The Wind God stepped forward, standing before the Fighting God. He observed that all of Fighting God’s injuries had healed, his battle armor was restored, and his face looked youthful and fresh. Puzzled, Wind God asked,

"What happened?

Did we run into allies?

Or did Brother God of Fighting make a breakthrough?

Otherwise, how could his previously incurable wounds suddenly heal?

Moreover, I can clearly sense that Brother God of Fighting’s aura is stronger than before, and his spirits seem higher too.

In fact, on the battlefield now, all the soldiers are in high spirits, filled with passion and hope.

This is a stark contrast to the desperate, resigned-to-death atmosphere I felt not long ago!"

"Xiao Feng, the God of Theater is back!"

The Fighting God grinned at the Wind God.

The Wind God was taken aback.

"Did I hear that right, or has Brother God of Fighting lost his mind?

"Explain in detail,"

the Wind God said, his gaze sharp and his tone serious.

He sensed that this matter was far from simple.

Most importantly, he wasn’t entirely confident in the Fighting God’s judgnt.

It wasn’t that he underestimated the Fighting God; he simply knew that strategic thinking wasn’t the Fighting God’s forte.

Then, the Fighting God began to recount everything that had happened, including his encounters and the actions taken by the Star God, God of Theater, and God of Wealth after their arrival.

anwhile, near the Imperial Capital, a silent wind began to drift quietly.

The Wind God made no attempt to conceal his presence; he was completely open about it.

With his ability to perceive people’s hearts, why hide?

At this point, with such extraordinary events unfolding, what was there to hide?

After a while, the Fighting God had shared all he knew with the Wind God.

Using his perception of the wind, the Wind God reached his own conclusion.

"Brother God of Fighting, is it possible that those three are not the Star God, God of Theater, and God of Wealth?"

the Wind God said in a low voice. "I’m not dismissing them; in fact, I believe they an no harm.

"Given their overwhelming power, the advanced martial arts they’ve imparted, and their help in defeating our enemies, they can’t be foes.

"But the matters concerning the main Ti and Space and sub-tilines are too perplexing.

"If the God of Wealth truly has the ability to cross ti and space, then we… Let’s consider ourselves the first sub-tiline without the support of ti and space!

"However, from what I understand, those three might be ancestors from a distant place."

At this point, the Wind God paused, then continued earnestly, "Brother God of Fighting, when I visited the Hidden Killing clan, I went to their Library to read so books.

"There are historical records stating that in a far-off place, our ancestors are still fighting bravely."