In the end, Wang Ling found that he had still somewhat underestimated the Sun family’s wealth.
Especially when Old Man Sun came out of the cave with a holy weapon-grade treasure sword on his head and his head covered in blood, he even felt a little incredulous in his heart.
Wang Ling could casually forge a holy weapon-grade item, and it wasn’t anything extraordinary in Wang Ling’s eyes. However, in the eyes of many ordinary cultivators, a holy weapon-grade spirit weapon was something they would fight over.
But the Sun family’s ancestor had actually used a saint-level spirit Qi to set up a trap. It was really hard to imagine how rich he was.
Although the foundation of the ancestral land was still far from that of the king’s treasure pants, looking at the history of human cultivators, it was indeed astonishing that the Sun family could have such a foundation. They were truly as rich as a country.