When Ling Tian heard that the entire Profound Ice Celestial Silkworm Race numbered fewer than a hundred, yet included more than a dozen experts at the Immortal level, he was deeply shocked. At last, he understood why the Profound Ice Celestial Silkworms were considered a great race in the Cultivation World, and why no one dared provoke them.
Seeing Ling Tian's stunned expression, Tian Xin smiled. "What's so surprising? Sister Yao's clan is even smaller than ours. They have fewer than sixty members, but they have more Immortals than we do—nearly twenty. That's the real reason no one dares provoke them."
"Uh, Sister Yao's clan has only that many people?" Ling Tian blurted out in astonishment. He muttered, "No wonder the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan has had only Sister Yao for thousands of years. But their clan really is powerful. It's a little frightening to think that Father and Elder Ling dared to barge onto the planet where the Nine-tailed Celestial Foxes lived. After all, that was like deliberately provoking Immortals. Even if they'd been killed, outsiders couldn't have said a thing."
The Immortals stranded in the Cultivation World had an agreement among themselves: they couldn't attack ordinary cultivators unless they were provoked. Ling Yun had charged straight into the Nine-tailed Celestial Foxes' territory, which undoubtedly counted as provoking them. Yet he had come out alive, and that left Ling Tian puzzled. Though he knew his father and grandfather were extraordinary men, he couldn't believe they were a match for Immortals—especially Immortals from the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan, who possessed special abilities.
"Back then, Senior Ling Yun had just dominated the Cultivator Assembly, defeating all comers. He'd even beaten the disciples of the Immortal Spirit Palace from that generation, and was at the height of his fame." Tian Xin's eyes