Reputation Is the Foundation of an Immortal

Two hundred and sixteen Spirit Veins, great and small? Two hundred and sixteen bones, great and small! Although Chen Zhixing knew the immortal race had no such thing as bones in their bodies, after discovering that the number of Spirit Veins he had extracted after breaking open the Flying Star Realm happened to be exactly this number, he naturally linked the two together.

"The number is a little low, old brother. How did you manage to make the Flying Star Realm condense so few Spirit Veins?"

"Do you think I cultivated the Golden Immortal Law willingly?"

"Huh?"

"The reason I transformed into a star was because, after the Great Sun formed by the founder of our line weakened, the existing martial strength could no longer protect the resources under our control. Our enemies forced the sixteen remaining immortals of every rank in my sect to all transform into stars, so that they could swallow and take over the resources held by our sect with proper justification."

"Then your enemies were still decent people. At the very least, they left you a chance to fight to the death. Maybe countless years later, among the sixteen immortals of your sect, one really might prove the Dao and become a Golden Immortal. By then, wouldn't you all have the ability to counterattack?"

"Hehehe..."

The remnant soul wandering around the Spirit Veins let out bursts of cold laughter of unclear meaning, as if it disdained to answer Chen Zhixing's words.

Cultivate into a Golden Immortal? How could it be that easy!

It was not that the sect the remnant soul belonged to had no one with the potential to prove the Dao and become a Golden Immortal, but no matter how much potential one had, under a shortage of resources, it was impossible to