A large portion of it still remained in He Song's Storage Pouch.
Seeing this scene,
He Song was filled with emotion.
A Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator could be called a peak powerhouse even in the entire cultivation world.
Naturally, the wealth they accumulated over a lifetime was immense.
Unfortunately,
no matter how powerful this person had become, he could only end with his lifespan exhausted and his body fallen.
And all the wealth he had accumulated throughout his life had subsequently fallen into He Song's hands.
From this, one could see just how great the allure of immortality was to other cultivators.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators, or even Spirit Transformation cultivators—
when faced with the passage of time, they were powerless as well.
Therefore, if He Song had not chosen to keep a low profile and cultivate slowly, but had instead chosen another path,
then what awaited him would likely have been the incomparably greedy gazes of other cultivators.
Skinning him alive and pulling out his tendons.
Extracting his soul and refining his spirit.
Such things would have been nothing out of the ordinary.
The most terrifying possibility was
that after enduring torment beyond what any human could bear, he might be completely possessed by some old monster.
Just thinking about such a thing sent a chill crawling down He Song's spine.
He Song, who had cultivated all the way from the Qi Refining stage until now,
had witnessed far too much death.
He also knew clearly
just how irresistible the two words "immortality" were to other cultivators.
Even
He Song himself—
if he had not been an Immortal—
would likely have done some ruthless things upon hearing that an Immortal had appeared, hoping to obtain immortality through them.
After all, He Song was now a powerful Nascent Soul