Flying Star Island resembled an enormously oversized four-pointed star. Its black, iron-like material had also stirred the greed of many cultivators.
A group of Spirit Transformation cultivators, using all sorts of methods, could always chip a piece off Flying Star Island. Yet the island's material was extraordinarily peculiar. No matter how it was separated from the main body, it would crumble and disperse into spirit radiance of star power.
Over the years, after countless cultivators had tried, everyone finally concluded that Flying Star Island was useless—at least, useless to them.
Because of its indestructible nature, Flying Star Island was used as an arena.
After Black Rock City came to dominate Night Demon Island, the many Spirit Transformation cultivators either cooperated or kept well clear of one another. No one had the mind to head to Flying Star Island for duels anymore.
Gao Xian activated the Taiji Mystic Light Formless Divine Robe and silently arrived at one corner of Flying Star Island. Though it was called a corner, it was still dozens of li wide, several hundred li thick, and extended outward for more than a thousand li.
He activated the Star-Transforming Ring. The star power below, hard as iron and stone, naturally dissolved into a hollow. Once he entered, the star power naturally converged again and sealed the hollow shut.
The incomparably hard Flying Star Island became as soft as water under the Star-Transforming Ring's activation, allowing Gao Xian to enter and leave as he pleased. The feeling was somewhat like Earth Escape.
Within Flying Star Island, Gao Xian could barely sense the spiritual qi outside.
The dense star power, like gold and iron, almost completely cut off all spiritual qi. Inside Flying Star Island, there was only vast, matchless, and exceptionally rigid star power.
Even Gao Xian felt unusually