Ye Xiu was different from the vast majority of people in the cultivation world.
At their core, cultivators pursued profit. For the sake of their own transcendence, they endlessly plundered and devoured.
The weak devoured those weaker than themselves, while the strong devoured the weak, advancing all the way until they reached the pinnacle—the transcendent realm known as immortality.
What lay beyond that?
Most cultivators did not know.
Or rather, they had never considered whether immortals themselves were divided into ranks. They simply pursued greater power and longer lives.
For such cultivators, their state could be summed up by a legendary beast rumored to exist on Blue Star:
Pixiu.
But Ye Xiu was not a Pixiu.
Or rather, he was a Pixiu with a bigger appetite and a farther-reaching gaze.
For major sects, their usual practice was to accumulate resources, hoard them away, and make thorough preparations for the future.
But what about Ye Xiu?
After so many years of development, Heyang City had long since been making money hand over fist.
Measured purely in spirit stones, the spirit stones Ye Xiu could mobilize now might well drown an entire city.
But that held no meaning whatsoever for Ye Xiu.
He only needed so many resources for cultivation. If spirit stones simply sat there unused, they were nothing more than numbers.
So now, he began trying to spend all those spirit stones.
Of course, he was not simply throwing spirit stones around like a fool.
Ye Xiu was no idiot. His current spirit stone reserves were sufficient, but that did not mean they would remain sufficient in the future.
What was more, in the cultivation world as it now stood, arming a single person was nowhere near enough.
The Alliance followed his lead and was practically his private armed force,