The Weakness of Shift of Stars?

What did it feel like to have your account stolen, recovered, and leveled to the max?

Er Tang understood that feeling very well right now.

Though he had no memory whatsoever of his account being stolen.

What was this called?

True Immortal Temple's philosophy of having those who became immortals first help those who became immortals later, turning fantasy into reality?

Immortals from other sects had spared no effort, traveling thousands of miles to the Polar Night Burial Ground and personally grinding on his behalf, while he had simply idled away his time. After one night's sleep, he had already become an immortal.

Dark Magic Fairy got the MVP, while he won lying down.

Er Tang felt none of the pain of having his account stolen. Before that, he had merely been an ordinary Integration Stage cultivator whose heart, body, divine aura, and qi had yet to attain Limitless Merit. At most, his comprehension had been exceptional, and the Dao he comprehended had been far from ordinary.

But the solid barrier between tribulation transcendence and Dao Fruit—the dragon gate before that final leap—had stopped countless geniuses, as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Thus, Er Tang's only negative emotions now were the fear and lingering dread of having been ignorant and unaware while his self was being buried.

The familiar face before him, Feng Hu, who had likewise become an immortal, comforted him immensely.

"I think I had a very, very long dream... Wait, Feng Hu, I'm not married, am I?"

"No."

Er Tang finally relaxed.

But the other immortals did not.

"How did you discover traces of that brat Lin De?" asked an immortal whose body burned with terrifying heartfire and whose eyebrows hung down to his shoulders.

As an immortal from the Crimson Firmament Pavilion who had attained