For ordinary forces, controlling a few secret realms was already quite good. But for major powers, controlling one cultivation planet—or even several—was what truly counted as impressive.
Major powers all controlled multiple cultivation planets. Particularly powerful factions would control smaller cultivation planets, using them to raise spirit beasts, cultivate spirit herbs, or temper their disciples.
At the height of its prosperity, the Five Spirit Sect had even produced Great Ascension cultivators. Controlling several cultivation planets was nothing remarkable.
"An old man loses his horse—who can say it isn't a blessing? This time, the starship was destroyed, but it seems my opportunity has arrived."
Jin Xin said excitedly. Barring any surprises, he had the highest cultivation on this cultivation planet. The good things would all be his. Whoever dared fight him for them would be killed without mercy.
Jin Xin spread his divine sense and probed toward the mountaintop.
As soon as his divine sense entered the area above the mountainside, it was drawn away by a mysterious force. Frightened, he hastily severed the connection; otherwise, even his divine sense would have been sucked dry.
Jin Xin gave his wrist a light shake, and a streak of golden light flew out of his spirit beast bracelet. It was a massive ape covered entirely in golden fur, baring its fangs and snarling. This was a sixth-rank low-grade Golden Howling Ape. Its hide was thick and its flesh tough; it could withstand a strike from a Heaven-penetrating Spirit Treasure head-on without any problem.
The Golden Howling Ape headed up the mountain. After reaching the mountainside, countless wisps of green mist surged from the ground and engulfed it. The earth shook, the mountains trembled, and explosions rang out without end.
Half an hour later, Jin Xin's pupils contracted.
"It actually died? A seventh-rank formation?"