Having digested this information, Jiang Changkong took out the innate spirit stones.
Their quality was all very high. After all, they had belonged to the strongest beings here back when they were at the limit of Immortal Venerable.
Top-grade eighth-rank spirit stones: ten. High-grade: twenty-five. Mid-grade: eighty. Low-grade: one hundred and thirty.
Top-grade seventh-rank spirit stones: five hundred and sixty. High-grade: one thousand two hundred. No mid-grade or low-grade ones.
Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 929,000
This was basically a windfall. Jiang Changkong was already satisfied with such gains.
The Immortal Spirits must have existed long ago. They had merely waited until the ancient immortals and gods left before daring to show themselves.
Jiang Changkong left this place. The shattered little world no longer held any value.
He had already collected the flowers that converted innate spiritual energy. Once the innate spiritual energy here dispersed, this place would collapse and be assimilated by chaos.
Even if he had not taken the flowers, this place would not have lasted much longer.
The world was damaged, unable to retain its innate spiritual energy, which leaked away at every moment.
The pure white flowers had long been running at a loss, relying on their former reserves to hold on until now.
Leaving the shattered world, Jiang Changkong took out the bone dragon and continued on his journey.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit had yet to reach three million. Immortal Venerable was still a distant prospect.
From time to time, Chaos Divine Stones flew through the chaos, and he seized them.
Only then did Jiang Changkong recall a question. When the Immortal-Slaying Sect had plotted against him, had they already obtained the information, or had they deliberately concealed the information about the ruins?
How had they determined the ruins within that Chaos Divine