Forced by Circumstances

"A living star?"

"More or less dead."

"Not necessarily."

"Dead nine parts out of ten, with only one breath of life left. That's lucky, too. It actually fell from a star and still didn't die completely. But with only that one breath left, it doesn't count as much of a problem for you or me."

"Then you make the first move?"

"You first."

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The two looked at each other, then began retreating with considerable tacit understanding.

Risking their lives against a Heavenly Immortal—and one who was about to die at that—neither of them had such a foolish idea.

A dying Heavenly Immortal was still a Heavenly Immortal. Who knew what terrifying trump cards he had hidden?

Faced with such a situation, they could let other people take that risk. If they themselves were asked to act, then forget it.

Sure enough.

As the two of them kept retreating, a certain existence within the planet was slowly waking. Just as they were about to leave this star region entirely, a cool-toned male voice rang beside their ears.

"No need to leave. I can no longer pose any threat to you now."

The voice seemed to come from ancient spacetime. Though its tone was that of a youth, it contained a nearly deathly sense of vicissitude.

Yes, the one who spoke from within this planet was that Heavenly Immortal.

A being whose body had been carved away until ninety-nine percent of it had become the Spirit Veins sustaining the star's operation; what remained now was nothing more than a consciousness that had yet to be extinguished.

Oh, immortals did not have bodies. They themselves were energy bodies.

Then never mind.

Leaving everything else aside, at least at this moment, Chen Zhixing's retreat grew even more resolute.

He was not only