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

Two hundred years later, in the sub-timeline.

A silver pillar of light descended, and Su Wen, clad in the battle robe of the God of Martial Arts, emerged in this brand new future timeline.

Yuanbao’s petite figure floated to his left, while Luobao hovered to his right.

As for the wealth basin?

Ao Xiu had no interest in such matters; nothing in the world was more comforting than sleep.

"Traveling with my true self feels a bit different from before!"

Su Wen glanced around and then bounced with excitement, saying, "Last time, when my consciousness arrived, I had nothing to compare it to, so I didn’t feel much."

"But this time, with my true self here, there’s a sense of… liberation from shackles!"

Thanks to some financial support to express gratitude to the River of Fate and a tip to a shameless dark river, he had determined the best time to traverse.