"Back then, during the battle at the Living Formation, Senior Brother Patriarch cut the Phoenix Goldstone into seven pieces. He gave one each to the Ghost Immortal Sect, Immortal Mountain Jade Lake, Mountain Beyond the Mountains, the Deep Sea Ghost Clan, and the Imperial Immortal Palace. The piece we kept was already made into the great formation, and some was distributed among the disciples. This is the final piece. Senior Brother Patriarch said that after killing you, he would win over the Purgatory Ghost Cultivators and have them replace your Heaven's Unity Dao as the Seventh Great Immortal Sect. However, Senior Brother Patriarch died, and the Purgatory Ghost Cultivators also came under your control. Naturally, this piece of Phoenix Goldstone should be handed over to you." Zuo Qingxuan took a long box off her back and passed it into my hands.
I opened it and saw that a large piece—roughly one-seventh of the coffin board—was indeed lying quietly inside. I closed the box, my expression unreadable. I wasn't going to thank her. After all, this coffin board had originally belonged to me in its entirety. I simply hadn't had the ability to hold on to it back then.
But from my current position, even if the coffin board fell into my hands, I would do as Patriarch Zu Xinghai had done. After all, those who hoarded everything for themselves never met a good end. It was safer to distribute it. Any movement from an immortal treasure like this would attract countless covetous eyes. Even if I used it all myself, I couldn't make full use of it. Besides, I couldn't occupy the latrine without relieving myself when I was capable of protecting it. My disciples and followers might not be able to protect it.
I strapped the fairly heavy box