By contrast, for human cultivators to advance from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, if they were in a place poor in spiritual energy and resources, not even one in a hundred would succeed. Even in a place abundant in spiritual energy, at most one in ten would make it.
But in this world, gain and loss often went hand in hand.
For demonic beasts, although they could easily obtain powerful cultivation and strength, their lifespan and upper limit of power were almost completely shackled by their species.
Wanting to take another step forward and break through the limits of their race was therefore as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Take these Ice Soul Spiders. Reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was as easy for them as eating and drinking. Yet taking another step forward was far more difficult than cultivation for human cultivators.
Not to mention one in ten thousand—even among a hundred thousand Ice Soul Spiders, there might not be a single one capable of breaking the shackles of its race.
After Su Shi'er condensed his Golden Core, these Ice Soul Spiders had already become of limited help to him. That was precisely why, after releasing the spirit beasts from the Spirit Beast Bag when he went into seclusion to condense his Golden Core years ago, he had never summoned them back.
Among the many Ice Soul Spider corpses, some had been personally raised by Su Shi'er back then, while others were offspring that had bred on their own after they settled down on White Cloud Mountain.
At this moment, without exception, all of them had met a miserable death on White Cloud Mountain.
"Master, it was all this disciple's fault. I failed to protect White Cloud Mountain, and even got them killed."
"When the people of the Great