The Hall Master of Starbind had spent enormous financial and material resources, along with countless years of painstaking effort, gathering several different groups of people to assemble this Twelve Profound Heavens Star Formation. Now, it had been broken here.
Lu Xiaotian glanced at the puppet war golems that remained. Compared with them, refining these puppet war golems was certainly no easy task. After all, it took ten years to grow a tree and a hundred to raise a person. As for producing these Celestial Immortal experts, who knew how many years it had taken? The investment had involved not only time and effort; forming a Twelve Profound Heavens Star Formation like this had also required tremendous luck. In its complete state, the formation had possessed the strength to withstand a Golden Immortal expert head-on. Now, it had been broken in a single stroke.
As for the eighteen puppets, they hadn't required such a complicated process or such fortune. For the Great Emperor Qinling, re-refining them would also have been relatively easy.
But for Lu Xiaotian, the losses suffered by both the Twelve Profound Heavens Star Formation and the eighteen puppets were greatly beneficial. In their incomplete state, they no longer posed any further threat to him.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze fell on the few puppet war golems lying on the ground. If he had the chance to repair such golems and bring them under his control, it would be a great boon to him. After all, he had controlled the Eighteen Golden Men back then, and later the eighteen puppet war golems; he was well practiced at it. But the other side was still powerful, and the Great Emperor Qinling and the Hall Master of Starbind were nowhere to be seen. They might be far away, or they might be nearby.