1344. Statues
'Thirty, no. Forty thousand!' Noah thought as he inspected the pile of Soul Stones.
No rank 7 cultivator in the gaseous stage could have access to that amount of wealth, but it now stood right in front of Noah's eyes. His consciousness also expanded to study the room, but he didn't find any danger in place.
The pile of Soul Stones was the actual loot protected by the swarm of puppets, and it now belonged to him. Noah disregarded his injured shoulder to walk toward the gray mineral and store it inside his separate space.
'How can this not be an inheritance?!' Noah exclaimed in his mind.
That sum of money was immense for a cultivator at his level, but it was nothing for an existence capable of building the Pyramid. Noah couldn't understand the point of hiding forty thousand Soul Stones. The creator couldn't possibly find them valuable.